Maybe I'm lucky to be going so slowly, because I may be going in the wrong direction
I live in a world all my own, but visitors are always welcome.
I recently had my problems on the run, but now they've re-grouped, and are making another attack.
It can take a surprisingly long time to get from one part of my mind to another.
There is a world which I alone rule, but it ends at my fingertips.
More books have resulted from somebody's need to write than from anybody's need to read.