I look at the empty white page and want to write as I used to but there is a big block in my mind that does not allow me to do it.
My desire has reopened when I started to write my book that very few will read. It’s so depressing that one can as many others. put my heart into words and I need money to try to get it print. I am still blessed because I am getting help from my sweet Ghost Writer and Writer etc.herself. I will ask her permission to tell u her name.if you do have money she is a fantastic writer.