What’s a writer without his pen? Or notebook? Just a man amongst men. A shell walking around with no heart, Tinman.
Can’t eat my words so I’m a starving artist. Best seller, no deal, that dream went the farthest. Almost gave in and said fuck all this!
But then I smelled the roses and rose like a sunrise. Their will be no more compromise.
The passion is what I feel. I almost gave up on my self made deal. Write for writer’s sake, my unbroken seal. A twist of fate, drink it until your get your fill.
Good morning! Good evening! Power, this is Will. Will, Power, this will be my best hour.