FTC darling, I am constantly getting you mixed up with the FCC. I am always saying, Grrr, that FTC, cranky censorship snarl can’t even say swear words on the television grumble grumble grumble, and then remembering twenty minutes later that I’ve been ranting about the wrong acronym. Sorry, FTC! It was unkind of me to call you an ugly poophead and a fascist bastard, even if it was just to my sister! Also, I thought you’d want to know that I received Broken Glass Park for review from the lovely people at Regal Literary Agency. What I liked about Broken…
20 Comments