I just finished reading “Maneater” by Mary B. Morrison. I love the way she brings the reader into her world with her honest dictation from her characters. She is not afraid of telling it like it is, or at least like she wants to tell it. She writes from a space of freedom and unadulterated truth. She is not afraid of who she offends in here writing, and that in itself has to be admired.
I have so many stories to tell. So many plots, drama, and points of views. I’m not sure if anyone would like it. Hell, honestly I don’t care if they do or if they don’t. These are my truths, my fantasies, my words. Some may feel me, others won’t.