Collectives never used to be my thing. They came down to being a big fat headache riddled with whiners and excuse makers.
I don't want to know why you couldn't make a deadline. How life inexplicably fell apart for you. Or that your muse packed up and left you the day before you started your story.
None of that's for me.
But apparently, with the right crew and captain, the boat called Collective can actually win.
I am winning at collectives now.
As some of you may know, I wrote a long short story, almost a novella, for a little know book called Cars & Girls for a writerly group called Pankhearst.
Well, now the second installment by this fantastic mob is out.
It's called Heathers.
And it is authentically young adulty. Meaning, it is rough, gritty, and true. The emotions behind it. The subject matter.
It comes with a warning, but don't let that sway you.
Square your shoulders, take a deep breath and click this link.
Then buy the book.
You won't be disappointed. My story is last because . . . well, it's good to finish with a bang, right?