The beggar writer.

The end of my road.
The beggar writer.

That is how I feel at the moment; I used to sell my e-books, now you read my blog FREE. 
I spend days and weeks writing a story, and all I ask is less than the price of a cup of coffee, and yet nobody is willing to pay for my time - I jest not - I could make more money as a beggar than a writer. 

This photo is a good image for my state of health after my accident in June; I can no longer walk even a few steps without support.

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