The most difficult thing for me to be. This was a nice reminder that writing comes from life.
Sometimes one has to be patient.
I’m not that patient really. Would like everything at once but life rarely works like that. We all of us here want to pen that masterpiece. We struggle through employment, family commitments, ill health and just not enough hours in the day. The difficulty is too hang onto our dreams to believe that one day it will happen. It will if we want it enough. But.
But but but.
It may take time and patience.
Long ago, when a child, I thought it would be neat to write a book. I produced a hand drawn paper book of a few pages all about a rabbit – Master Rabbit to be sure. My parents kept it, proud of their child even if they weren’t proud of her spelling. We are talking about the late 1940s here. It spurred me to think one day I would…
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