My friends, I apologise for becoming the vanished one. The darkness took me when my book covers were called horrendous. My best efforts proclaimed useless and proven by lack of sales.
It’s not all gloom though. My time was taken by a new creativity. I have become a wood-crafter turning wood destined for the skip into beautiful planters, bird boxes, animal houses and bird tables. Most recently I began pyrography – the art of burning designs into wood. Something I’m finding quite positive. Here is my latest piece.
My work has stolen my time. Although I could answer prompts I no longer have time to read your special submissions. If I cannot read yours I find it wrong to publish mine that I know you will read. So, I chose instead to stop writing for prompts to avoid upsetting you.
The writers mind
A universe within a brain
Stories of every kind
Growing like synaptic grain
The writer’s mind is magic
Full of characters as imaginary friends
Slightly insane but hardly tragic
For the writer, the story never ends
Thank you for reading my friends. Have a great day and don’t forget to visit the short stories pages for something fun to read!