To: Readers and aspiring writers. I have completed my first novel, and I am stoked. included is a excerpt, from the story.
1929, when scorching-hot-burning yellow suns light insufferably long days, before blindingly-luminous- cooling moons, wash the tortuous heat away, in shortened nights, not long enough to recover from, the excessive cruelty, exacted by the solar inferno that is mother nature’s privy, to dispense. A surreal reality exists; it is the imagined limitless excess, to a blinded few, but a very real struggle, in an almost inescapable and oppressively-grinding poverty for many.
