My reply: It�s not horrendous.

If there�s ever been a dustcover quote more lovely, I don�t know what it is. My book about an adulterous wife is simply �not horrendous�.

I�ve changed my mind about letting others read, as this story is going nowhere at a rate that is quite embarrassing. However, here�s a quick snippet from the first chapter:

In frigid November you would assume that all taxi stands would be overly crowded and ready to take a jilted (and now tipsy) wife home for another sexless evening. But that was not the case at the Grand Pomba Hotel. Without a taxi in sight, I turned to walk north, knowing that I�d eventually hit a taxi with its vacancy sign lit and would at least shave a couple dollars off my bill by walking in the right direction toward home. After paying Joey�s quite-generous tip on two glasses of woody alcoholic goodness with my own cash, saving myself a couple dollars would be a nice bonus.

However, such was not the case this evening. No taxis crossed my path until it was too late. By then, an ambulance was the transportation I most desperately needed.

So there.

I have to change for kickboxing, so I�m outta here. I�ll go ahead and make a joke that I�m saving all of my writing for the novel. �