Oh another poor soul, lost in the same world as me. Every word that you wrote there resonated with my whole life. At 72 now and with 9 novels behind me, some 170 articles and stories on Medium, many blogs, other people's websites and writing every day, still poor and driven to write and read, to love the written words, the emotions and the pictures they create in my head.

Like you, even the newspaper my Mother put the potato peelings in would hold stories for me to read. I would get my hand slapped as I pulled the papers towards me.

It's an addiction. I get angry when people tell me they never read books. It's my duty to turn them around. Bless you for being a sister.

Love to you,

❤👌 Byron