It began as a thought. The kind that flits through your mind like a moth, landing lightly before disappearing. Only this one stayed. It drifted from brain to throat, emerging as a joke:
“If I sell this book,” I said. “I’m buying a Porsche.”

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There is an energy needed to write. I’m not talking about physical or mental energy. I’m talking about energy from somewhere deep inside that propels you to dispel the noise, the consequences, the point… and do it.
Somewhere along the way, I’ve exhausted