//Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don’t know. I got a telegram from home: “Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours.” That doesn’t mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday.// The opening lines of The Stranger by Camus somehow made me…
Traditional Publishing Vs Self Publishing: Which one to choose and why?
streaming Inside Out Imagine sitting on your desk, with a laptop in front of you and your fingers moving briskly over the keyboard. You’re typing the very last words of the book that you’ve been working on for quite a…