God and mother nature have forsaken us this day The land covered in water filling the vast sea created By rain. The tides move in an old-fashioned groove swaying Left, right, forward and backward. Visibility remains the issue, All one can see is water as it plummets from the sky.
I rub my hands together like a lion licks its tongue when the prey is in sight and down those shots like a walk through the children’s playground. The other attendees look at me in amazement. I must look like Superman in their eyes. Either that or they must think my whole family died in a third world crisis or something.
Part 1: https://theakhtabweekly.com/?p=1116 No one told you, except maybe your agent, about having a book launch, no one told you about speaking in public, no one told you about having a book signing, no one told you about having to go from bookstore to bookstore, bookseller to bookseller to try and push your book. No … Continue reading The Writer’s Journey (Part 2)