I'm Writing Books. They're Still A Mix

Not Everyone Who Works Hard Makes Their Dream Come True. You Need Luck And Hard Work And Being In The Right Place At The Right Time But I Still Very Much Believe It's Possible.

The Promise Of Eternal Life Makes People Forsake The Life They're Given.

Being An Unpublished Novelist Has About As Much Social Acceptability As Being A Shopping Bag Lady.

I Close My Eyes And I Take A Deep Breath And I Think About My Life And How I Ended Up This Way. I Think About The Ruin, Devastation And Wreckage I Have Caused To Myself And To Others. I Think About Self-hatred And Self-loathing. I Think About How And Why And What Happened And The Thoughts Come Easily, But The Answers Don't.

Be Patient And Wait. Your Mud Will Settle. Your Water Will Be Clear.