Category: A Writer’s Life

The words you thoughtfully Put to pen, Are carefully weighed For only then. You’ll know the price You have to pay For just how much You had to say.

I just wrote my sixth book. It’s great to be alive! I’ll dedicate it to my family, They bought the other five.

Yesterday, at half past two, I ran right out of things to do. Although you think of it a crime, I sat me down to force some rhyme. When Ogden did it, I am told, All his poems were quickly sold. But you told me in terms so certain, My attempts are truly hurtin’. You […]