I wasn’t poor, being not rich
Life was fine, thanks to hope
All that changed, owing to muse,
With one ‘novel’ passion pure
Affairs I had, five of them
Unknown to the lovers of books,
Cold shouldered by publishing folk
Manuscripts those five make pillows
In my bed to cause nightmares,
With hope dead, I can’t dream
Now I’m poor, robbed of hope.
As an author, there's danger in thinking we are better than other authors. There is much more at work in this. Like life, authoring novels is unfair. When we look at back in history, we find that many of the famous authors we know were penniless much of their lives, rejected point of suicide, and never really saw their fame in their lifetimes.
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
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Welcome to the club.
Ron