The opening in a novel is important, yes? But the opening in a short story is a make or break moment.

I didn't stop giving hand jobs because I wasn't good at it. I stopped giving hand jobs because I was the best at it.

SOLD.

I have always wondered at the possibility of repetitive stress injuries when it comes (hehe) to sex workers. Thank god Gillian Flynn is here to answer all my questions fictionally.

This was an exceptionally creepy little bit. I'll say no more than that.

Notes: Outside of the sex worker/psychic career path, this character is me.

I read constantly. I think. But I lack formal education. So I'm left with the feeling that I'm smarter than everyone around me but that if I ever got around really smart people - people who went to universities and drank wine and spoke Latin - that they'd be bored as hell by me.