Writing Was Like Digging Coal.

I Hope I Have Found Myself, My Work, My Happiness - Under The Light Of The Western Skies.

Jealously Was An Unjust And Stifling Thing.

Today I Began The Novel That I Determined To Be Great.

I Must Go Deeper And Even Stronger Into My Treasure Mine And Stint Nothing Of Time, Toil, Or Torture.

I Love My Work But Do Not Know How I Write It.