Three months ago, I published my book without high expectations; I only hoped a few people would read it. But life surprised me. Now I'm earning around $2,000 a week from it, and I'm still so thrilled because I remember how hard it was to earn even a few dollars. It's amazing how something you create can suddenly change your life. For those of you who have already launched a project... Have you ever experienced such rapid success?

I cant live without you, your smile Though youre tempermental as a child Prone to giving me a cold shoulder And to keeping count as I get older Laughing at me till my cheeks burn Disappearing at every turn of the earth And today you feel 93 million miles away. I know you think you can do better You say Im only using you to change the weather But thats not true. Sure there are plenty of stars And Ill admit I like Venus and Mars a bit But they’re far away And you’re near. But its so frustrating that you cant you deal with your emotions Why are you running off to Artic oceans, melting glaciers And stranding the polar bears? You keep leaving me unexpectedly In the middle of spring. You thought I didnt care But you dont know how I cried Every time you’d hide your love affairs Behind a veil of clouds. Why are you always too busy for me Why do you think its ok to ignore me These days Im so desperate to get your attention Ive even thought about cheating on you With the moon. Feel free to leave any feedback or suggestions!

Never trust the clouds They’ll always disappear on you Fall back on them and you’ll fall right through I once fell for almost 30 minutes Expecting a soft and cushy landing Before realizing clouds are nothing more than a Smokescreen. Oh, there are some I suppose Who try to be transparent But how can they propose To float under celestial creatures— With harps and wings and halos— For Heaven’s sake, everyone knows they’re just trying to Obscure our view of the rainbows! Others are very diplomatic Only appearing when necessary In a grave aspect We hope they have arrived to Please the children with their Misleading shapes and figures But really they’ve come in their perfunctory fashion To rain on our parade. There were a few ancients—all pagan— Who could read the signs Discern clouds’ hapless ways and their silver linings, Appreciate their secret wanderings. But I’d prefer they not hide or disfigure The Second Day’s ordained division Or if the modern world is looking for Our own version of a Virgilian Guide to heaven We’ll always be disappointed By the clouds. Feel free to share your thoughts.

It's such a beautiful country love poem. Let me know what you think 💜

Unscripted Stage directions claimed you’d enter stage left— early on, before the villain drew breath. Slated for love before tension took hold, the script went astray, the story grew cold. Understudies waited, scenes lost their glow. You were late, but the curtains still rose. Each act I stumbled, lines went astray, partners preferred ad-lib over scripted play. They carved out the softness, chose peril instead, leaving love on the floor and chaos in my head. I feared the reviews—Life on Display, a tragic farce with nothing to say. Critics leaned forward, pity in view; the spotlight too harsh, the cast too few. I wasn’t fit to act, or so it seemed— my role a mirage, the dream I’d dreamed. Then the lights dimmed; silence began. I braced for another understudy again— but he was gone, yanked from the stage. The audience waited, almost afraid. And there you were— center stage, unsure. Clumsy. Off cue. But so painfully real. You looked at me and the world went still— a pause between heartbeats, truth no script could conceal. You entered, and suddenly the story made sense— not as fiction, but as proof that something real had come at last.