As I set here, I wonder what my future with my writings will be. I used to write Verlβs World and send it to a few close friends, and I would hear back and we would joke about things, but I had an indication of what was on the minds of my readers. With the exception of one reader on a blog of Elizabeth who told me I was on to something and to continue. That is the total input I have ever had as to the mind of the reader.
I just finished βThe Ghost of the Coffinβ which took six days, 153 pages, 24,815 words, and also completed is book four of Great Eagle. I have a proofreader working on book one right now.
I have picked up the habit of smoking a pipe which allows my mind to drift and covet thoughts as I write. Getting information back from my readers is of great concern right now. I think in a few weeks this will be solved. I find myself comparing to a soldier in a trench writing home and not knowing if the letter gets there or not and what is happening at home.
I would never stop writing that could not be but to spend time, energy and money to publish is of utmost concern. The number of readers is not truly an indication in my mind. If you were to count the people reading the back of a milk carton would that be in induction for the sale of the milk? As usual I write what I think and put out. I used to write to my mother and when I put the letter in the mailbox I use to say to myself just like putting into a shredder its gone and never will I know, she loved to get the letters but to answer was never to be.
Writing on the milk carton makes me think. They make cigarettes say they are bad for your health. Do they think those that smoke, read and care? Why donβt they put warnings signs on cake and say if you eat it, you will get fat and not be able to walk and eventually die. How about the news media, if you listen to this next broadcast, it will be a lie so donβt let it raise your blood pressure cause it can kill you.
At least my writing are true to my knowledge I have no reason to stretch the truth. Well maybe because of the day of the year I will admit to counting hundreds of submarines passing here in South America with the sails up indicating the savings of fuel.
A Messenger,
Verl K.