The author lies dormant within...
3 years ago
Once upon a time, there was a fella named T.Paul who wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote with an endless stream of creativity.
His butthead internal editor was never allowed one word when T.Paul was writing, as that kind of a voice just tells you that you;re stupid writing this poop down.
Now, T.paul’s inner voice has become his outer oice, and he writes absolutely nothing!
He’s had an idea for a book for sometime, but he even says out loud “Oh – who’d wanna read my junk anyways?”
Get it?
