tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940224740718934743.post6749362493319791008..comments2024-03-10T04:29:20.044-04:00Comments on Mad Genius Club: Tired Writer Syndrome and The Glass SlideSarah A. Hoythttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478124095732219352noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940224740718934743.post-57229375932793847592009-04-29T20:38:00.000-04:002009-04-29T20:38:00.000-04:00I know what you mean, Sarah.
So many books I read...I know what you mean, Sarah.<br /><br />So many books I read, feel like there's pane of glass between me and the characters. Then I'll come across one that makes me sit up and take notice.<br /><br />And you can always console yourself with the thought that no one lies on their deathbed and days, Gee, I wish I'd made more money, or written more books. They say, Gee, I wish I'd spent more time with my family.<br /><br />Cheery thought. My father-in-law had two fatal heart attacks, (survived both) so I have this from a reliable source.Rowena Cory Daniellshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08995983965583233914noreply@blogger.com