After a full belly all is poetry.
First of all there is always that artistic challenge of creating something. Or the particular experience to take slum life in that period and make something out of it in the form of a book. And then I felt some kind of responsibility to my family.
Keep scribbling! Something will happen.
You have to give yourself credit, not too much because that would be bragging.
Sing your song. Dance your dance. Tell your tale.
Love her as in childhood Through feeble, old and grey. For you’ll never miss a mother’s love Till she’s buried beneath the clay.