When I was 12, my father dared me to write a book on a 50 dollar bet. Three months later I plopped a 200 page sci fi novel on his desk and demanded payment.

I realized later it was 199 pages of single-spaced, hand-written space garbage. But hey, I made 50 bucks right? 


S. Lane Porter

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