A modern, poetic adaptation of Romans 8:31-39. Created January 16, 2012.
This is a song a wrote and published to my xanga account awhile back. I’m going to post it here so more people can see it. It is about a boy that drags my feelings along as he tries to make up his mind. It is me basically telling him I give up. I hope you enjoy!
There are many days on which one has to ask what exactly is the motivation for continuing to write for peanuts on sites like this one, and how does a writer maintain it?
My second e-book is about ready to be launched, within the next two weeks and definitely before Christmas, and it seems to me that recent experience tells me that fiction is where my writing future lies.
Thank you gives me hope.
The continuous drive to get into the top tiers pf the triond hierarchy means reaching the targets you set for yourself.
Its Dedicated to that special someone who channelised me to become who I am today…
"No great thing is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig, I answer you that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen." -Epictetus.
WOW, this is a day.