As a kid I read a lot. Reading took me through my adult years. Then one day, someone told me, “a writer writes. he writes until his fingers are worn to the second joint, and then writes some more.”

It was SO interesting to me. He said, “just write”.

And so I did. My first story was a love story by a river. As usual, it is lost. And Since, there have  been many. And poems. Thousands of them.

Oh, yes, L Ron Hubbard was who told me. In Writer’s Of The Future VIII.

And well after more than 250k words… I can attest that yes, a “writer” writes…

For Love is the eternal muse. Pain is the eternal tyrant. And Hope, the reason we all move forward.

Have hope. Love follows. And Pain fades with time…

— Lewis


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