Writing has become my bread-and-butter way of earning a living. I wrote and published 31 books for Kindle so far (ranging from best-sellers to complete flops), and I am working on the 32nd. The goal is 100, and I know I will get there.
For whatever reason, I sometimes think of Jack London. Not that I would compare my writing with his... he was extremely talented and became the highest paid writer of his day. Unfortunately, he drank himself to an early grave.
The photo is of London working at his ranch in California, in 1905. Later in his life, London wrote solely for money to expand his ranch... a beautiful natural place. Peace Jack.
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