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Dick DiTullio's avatar

My book, “It isn’t the Taj”, was birthed on an island in the middle of the mighty Niagara river back in 1973. It’s almost done. And so, given the lapse of time, am I.

The book wrote itself, but only in a half-hearted way. The first 25,000 words were dynamite, but then it ended as quickly as it started. Everything that needed to be said was said. Anything else added would just be tapioca pudding inside a Boston cream pie. It wouldn't belong there.

And so it sits in my computer. More than once over this span of time I had forgotten how good it was. I would stumble upon it, reread it, laugh myself silly, and then neatly tuck it away for another decade or so. Maybe that was the sole purpose of it’s existence.

Don’t let that happen with your dream. Find the authors. Find the musicians. Find the spark. And write.

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World of Empowerment's avatar

It's time, Elle, it's time.

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