On Becoming a Dedicated Writer

I might have to write at least thirty books before I meet any success. I am working as an accountant. When I come home in the evenings I harsly have time to do any writing. I sent a copy of my book' Uptown Lovers' to a local publisher but I have not heard back from them. I am currently working on three projects: Better days are Coming, The Worst is Over Now and The Downtown Massive. I am asking for support on my writing. Please visit my pages at Amazon.

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