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I'm still in a metafictional mode. If we get enough contributions on this theme, it could be a chapter.
Martin thought: It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, even though I should have used a semicolon or a period between the words ‘times’, ‘it’, ‘it’ and ‘it’ and not a comma [smacks head], but what the dickens do I know? Martin continued to think as his lowly Indy writer’s brain thought of new ways to use large images on his posts, along with hidden tags of course, all this in order to earn a few pennies (he was that cheap) in his efforts to fool those folks over at MobileRead, even though they have an active link to their posting guidelines for self-promotion; but I can’t be bothered with that, he continued to think, as he pondered confusedly how he had gotten from a first-person to a third-person narrative in his novel that would probably remain unfinished or, at best, be something to read only in a winter of despair.
Dr. Drib
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