How I Spoiled My Own Bad Guys with Unexpected Success
. . . not that I mind, really. I’m getting prepared to go on vacation in my own hometown, staying in a hotel a mere five miles from my current apartment. That’s what you get when you win a free trip to Hollywood . . . and you live in Century City (a.k.a. “Beverly Hills Adjacent”). I am getting good mileage out of that joke, believe me. For this year’s Writers of the Future and Illustrators of the Future workshop…