“Get lost,” Ronny says, zipping his jeans.
A ring from a six-pack catches his toe, stumbling him forward into the feed.
Any kid who’s met Gerald’s fist knows not to lay a finger on his hammer.
Maegan would like us to know the following:
By day, Maegan Heil runs a carpentry company with her husband and mothers two beautiful boys, ages one and four (send help!). By night, Maegan pens FRESH MEAT, a Substack publication where Maegan collects constructive criticism on her Works-in-Progress—one of which was featured here. As for the traditional market, Maegan hasn’t published jack. But her commitment to making each story better than the last (along with the help of all you agents out there reading this—wink, wink) will soon change that. Maegan's full name rhymes with Reagan trial. Or bacon bile. Bios are not her strength.
Another remarkable story from Maegan.
