Cause When There's Life There's Still Hope

My Albert Married His Maisie Brown As He Said He Would. But I Think She Never Took To Me, Nor I To Her For That Matter. Perhaps It Was A Feeling Of Mutual Jealousy.

Often It's The Latest Novel That I've Written That Is My Favourite. I'd Been Dreaming It For So Long, Living And Breathing Its Story So That When It Finally Arrives As A Newly Published Book, Smelling Wonderful And Fresh Out Of The Box, There Is Nothing Like It.

But Try As I Might, I Never Got To Eat Any Of Her Pastries, And Do You Know, She Never Even Offered Me One.

For Me,the Greater Part Of Writing Is Daydreaming, Dreaming The Dream Of My Story Until It Hatches Out-the Writing Down Of It I Always Find Hard.but I Love Finishing It,then Holding The Book In My Hand And Sharing My Dream With My Readers.

I Don't Want To Be Separate From Something That's Important To Me.