The next day, Juniper sat at her desk glaring at her monitor as if sheer willpower could conjure up a legitimate excuse to bail on the assignment. She had just turned in the draft of her first article about the round of speed dating she had endured the night before. Snowflakes and Soulmates. Just saying […]
Juniper Carver stormed into her editor’s office, her heels clicking against the linoleum like tiny gavel strikes. “Max, tell me you’re joking,” she said, dropping a stapled memo onto his cluttered desk. “Snowflakes and Soulmates? Seriously?”
Max Stevens, a middle-aged man with a coffee-stained tie and the air of someone who’d been in the newspaper business long enough to lose the sparkle of idealism, didn’t even look up. He clicked his pen twice, underlining something on a manuscript. “Nice to see you, too. How’s the holiday season treating you?”
My music publisher got sued into oblivion and all my music got taken down. Slowly getting it back onto websites. Thanks for your patience everyone. Additionally, I will have a remix song on the upcoming Hepatizon single, Wasteland Wobble. Look for it soon!
Aetherloft 