Clinton, South Carolina, Sunday, January 28, 2018, 4:49 p.m. I read Preacher Man, by Clint Morey, of my own free will. I found it on Amazon. It was a quick read. The sample seemed promising. It's preposterous. That I actually completed a novel I found this insipid is astonishing. It is an inspirational story. It …
Nightrider's Lament
"Why do they [write] for their money? Why do they [work] for short pay? They ain't getting nowhere and they're losing their share. They must have gone crazy back there." — Michael Burton (paraphrased)
