Russell Sullivan
A want to be writer taught from a suitcase bought from a shoe salesman it took time and life to provide not incentive but impetus to my writing.
On the banks of The Mississippi my first short story collapsed as James Brown loomed large on Independence Day, twenty years later that small step propelled itself beyond wild dreams of pendulums into the reality of inertia. My life and the gibber plain that is an inhospitable Australian landscape, socially adroit and environmentally conscious in...
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