Once a writer, always a writer

I have always been a writer. Only, other things got in the way. Things I thought I had to take care of first.

 

As a result, years passed while the writer did not write a single book. I made my way through newspapers and television instead. As I woke up one day, I was no longer twenty-three but going on forty-eight.

 

The realisation of the years rushing by finally made me reinvent myself. Or climb out the window, if you like. Here is what happened next:

I have always been a writer. Only, other things got in the way. Things I thought I had to take care of first.

 

As a result, years passed while the writer did not write a single book. I made my way through newspapers and television instead. As I woke up one day, I was no longer twenty-three but going on forty-eight.

 

The realisation of the years rushing by finally made me reinvent myself. Or climb out the window, if you like. Here is what happened next:

Once a writer, always a writer

I have always been a writer. Only, other things got in the way. Things I thought I had to take care of first.

 

As a result, years passed while the writer did not write a single book. I made my way through newspapers and television instead. As I woke up one day, I was no longer twenty-three but going on forty-eight.

 

The realisation of the years rushing by finally made me reinvent myself. Or climb out the window, if you like. Here is what happened next:

Once a writer, always a writer

I have always been a writer. Only, other things got in the way. Things I thought I had to take care of first.

 

As a result, years passed while the writer did not write a single book. I made my way through newspapers and television instead. As I woke up one day, I was no longer twenty-three but going on forty-eight.

 

The realisation of the years rushing by finally made me reinvent myself. Or climb out the window, if you like. Here is what happened next:

I have always been a writer. Only, other things got in the way. Things I thought I had to take care of first.

 

As a result, years passed while the writer did not write a single book. I made my way through newspapers and television instead. As I woke up one day, I was no longer twenty-three but going on forty-eight.

 

The realisation of the years rushing by finally made me reinvent myself. Or climb out the window, if you like. Here is what happened next:

Once a writer, always a writer

Once a writer, always a writer

I have always been a writer. Only, other things got in the way. Things I thought I had to take care of first.

 

As a result, years passed while the writer did not write a single book. I made my way through newspapers and television instead. As I woke up one day, I was no longer twenty-three but going on forty-eight.

 

The realisation of the years rushing by finally made me reinvent myself. Or climb out the window, if you like. Here is what happened next:

I have always been a writer. Only, other things got in the way. Things I thought I had to take care of first.

 

As a result, years passed while the writer did not write a single book. I made my way through newspapers and television instead. As I woke up one day, I was no longer twenty-three but going on forty-eight.

 

The realisation of the years rushing by finally made me reinvent myself. Or climb out the window, if you like. Here is what happened next:

Once a writer, always a writer

I have always been a writer. Only, other things got in the way. Things I thought I had to take care of first.

 

As a result, years passed while the writer did not write a single book. I made my way through newspapers and television instead. As I woke up one day, I was no longer twenty-three but going on forty-eight.

 

The realisation of the years rushing by finally made me reinvent myself. Or climb out the window, if you like. Here is what happened next:

I have always been a writer. Only, other things got in the way. Things I thought I had to take care of first.

 

As a result, years passed while the writer did not write a single book. I made my way through newspapers and television instead. As I woke up one day, I was no longer twenty-three but going on forty-eight.

 

The realisation of the years rushing by finally made me reinvent myself. Or climb out the window, if you like. Here is what happened next:

Once a writer,
always a writer

I have always been a writer. Only, other things got in the way. Things I thought I had to take care of first.

 

As a result, years passed while the writer did not write a single book. I made my way through newspapers and television instead. As I woke up one day, I was no longer twenty-three but going on forty-eight.

 

The realisation of the years rushing by finally made me reinvent myself. Or climb out the window, if you like. Here is what happened next:

Once a writer,
always a writer