manuscriptx
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I posted a message some time ago looking for anyone in the publishing industry be they agents or publishers themselves to contact me. This particular message goes out to everyone and anyone to evaluate a sample of my work. I garner the same point of view about writing no different than I did short-film. In both instances most of the conceptualizing took place within my own thoughts. Building a ' scene ' using captured image and writing words to a paragraph, in my opinion at least, are completely sequential.
Below is a sample of my cover page to the industry, if you are interested in reading the full text e-mail me for a copy at manuscriptx@yahoo.com or xttwo@hotmail.com. Thanks.
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I was born on September 24, 1973. I was born on March 10, 1993.
I was also born one week in November 2002, and died the month of September,’88. Yes. These are an inconsistent set of circumstances.
To understand me is to understand a life that is by definition, non-sequitur.
This autobiographic novel is not a typical recount of a life lived, A to Z.
It has only one beginning. No friend or personal relation. I am not close to family, including one surviving parent. Mine is a living tale recently denominated as Internal Conflict. A mind walk twenty years ago, has not ended since. Subsistence devoted to not money or power, passion, pride, prejudice, men or maidens. I sat a hapless imp against intent. Her eyes,
his feet, and their incessant squabbling pierced and tear my soul. It was there, in the nether region of abode dissident foes, I felt welcome.
Solitude and loneliness is a powerful ally. Socioeconomics became trivial pursuits, so I abandon them readily. Days are the problems unlike any other.
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Below is a sample of my cover page to the industry, if you are interested in reading the full text e-mail me for a copy at manuscriptx@yahoo.com or xttwo@hotmail.com. Thanks.
_______________________________________________________________
I was born on September 24, 1973. I was born on March 10, 1993.
I was also born one week in November 2002, and died the month of September,’88. Yes. These are an inconsistent set of circumstances.
To understand me is to understand a life that is by definition, non-sequitur.
This autobiographic novel is not a typical recount of a life lived, A to Z.
It has only one beginning. No friend or personal relation. I am not close to family, including one surviving parent. Mine is a living tale recently denominated as Internal Conflict. A mind walk twenty years ago, has not ended since. Subsistence devoted to not money or power, passion, pride, prejudice, men or maidens. I sat a hapless imp against intent. Her eyes,
his feet, and their incessant squabbling pierced and tear my soul. It was there, in the nether region of abode dissident foes, I felt welcome.
Solitude and loneliness is a powerful ally. Socioeconomics became trivial pursuits, so I abandon them readily. Days are the problems unlike any other.
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