Many folk with nowhere to go on a Saturday night have asked how do you Tom write a 100 word story
I’m a ghostwrite. At 3:45pm Tuesday afternoons my kitchen becomes filled with disembodied forms. Most are from New Jersey which is odd because I live in California. Most don’t have much of a story to tell, when I point this out they get bummed out and float off howling towards the locale Carl’s Juniors. BUT others, well they have had really fulfilled lives brimming with sadness and joy, know where all the skeletons are buried. One guy named Frank was on the white house staff during the Lincoln administration. He told me about this thing Abe could do with his ….