That aside, how does one get a person like me back into writing? I’m jumping from one thing to another, which is a serious disadvantage because it is so hard to commit myself to one book without clicking on to another.
In Love with You …. ‘Each night you call, I sit there and listen to your story, Picturing your smile, your laughter, or is it full of worry, I smile to myself, never understanding why I’m the one saying sorry, In love with you, I’ll melt the ice around your heart, Surround it with warmth, more »
—- Speak to me, my delicate heart, Whisper the words you want me to hear, You are now free to fall in love, You have nothing, nothing, nothing to fear © Fatima Begum —-
Our whole conversation revolved Tom’s ex and how he got dumped. ‘No, it really isn’t my fault. I’m at work all the time. I tried to organise my shift pattern around her,’ he claimed. ‘You have shifts?’ ‘Doesn’t everyone?’ ‘What did you do then?’ ‘Ah, Daniel?’ We all turned around. Kray was swaying on the more »
‘You guys finally made it,’ Tom stood up and walked towards us, drenched in water. Eli and I stood motionless. The pool was large and bright blue. It really wasn’t a room to relax in. Certainly, there was an area where people can sit back and relax, but the large rectangular pool was more for more »