They say if you can’t find the book you need you have to write it. I looked at that statement pinned to my wall for years before I acted upon it. I always wanted to write but I could never find my voice. The pages of notes sat by my bed as the time rolled by and eventually I feared I would be still stepping over them long passed middle age. To write any book and release it into the earth it is tough to let it go. If you want to know me than read my books. Though that in turn means you will know much more about me than I do you!
In two days time I will release my last book in the simply be collection. It is always the way that just as you begin to enjoy something it is over. The nights spent scribbling on pieces of…
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