‘1952 Vincent Black Lightning.’ It was a lost year. But spring is coming. 1952 Vincent Black Lightning, Sean Rowe
Seems a kind of funny thing to say about the year when you career as a novelist launched. I mean, I get it. I’m living this year too… but it seems like a funny thing for *you* to say.
Well, it hasn’t been a BAD year for me or my family. Lots of people have had it a hell of a lot worse. But I want it to be louder outside.
Seems a kind of funny thing to say about the year when you career as a novelist launched.
I mean, I get it. I’m living this year too… but it seems like a funny thing for *you* to say.
Well, it hasn’t been a BAD year for me or my family. Lots of people have had it a hell of a lot worse. But I want it to be louder outside.