I stare at the empty space, countless words are running through my brain. They are clear, they donot overlap and form a web in my brain. They are coherent. My arm hangs over my laptop and the thousands of words in my head dissipate in the air before i can press any button. Sad is the life of a writer.
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Log inThey are just around the corner, like energy, it has transformed, awaiting another transformation to over flow on to your laptop. I believe you can do it, when you least expect, it will happen and I will be there, by the face of God, to enjoy reading all the overflow of your imagination. I still have your attest book in my library, even though it is on hold, cause I believe one day I will be able to read your completed book, ever so often, I scroll down, to see if there is an update. I enjoyed reading your first book and I believe the continuation will be just as enjoyable. Until, have courage, that block will be removed
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