New Galerie

If you’re starting out as an author like me, let me be the first to tell you that you can’t make a living, because you need to write, which takes time, and you need to eat while writing, and when you do sell your first book it won’t be for much, because mostly first novels aren’t sold for much, and often they aren’t sold at all.

So the question remains do you still want to be an author?

I am on my road to recovery.

Lost a few pounds which I must say am delighted to be rid off.

As odd as it seems, the only healthy way I seem to lose those extra pounds is to actually fall sick.

One evening as Shichiri Kojun was reciting sutras a thief with a sharp sword entered, demanding either money or his life.

Shichiri told him: “Do not disturb me. You can find the money in that drawer.” Then he resumed his recitation.

A little while afterwards he stopped and called: “Don’t take it all. I need some to pay taxes with tomorrow.”

The intruder gathered up most of the money and started to leave. “Thank a person when you receive a gift,” Shichiri added. The man thanked him and made off.

A few days afterwards the fellow was caught and confessed, among others, the offence against Shichiri. When Shichiri was called as a witness he said: “This man is no thief, at least as far as I am concerned. I gave him money and he thanked me for it.”

After he had finished his prison term, the man went to Shichiri and became his disciple.

It’s been four days and I still haven’t shaken off the cobwebs of my illness. My fever has been an on/off torrential affair and seems like the flu has made me its new best friend.

I am sick of being sick. I am going to see the doc again. Hopefully this time the doc will give me some proper medication rather than some placebo magic beans.