Great. Absolutely great. You wake up in the morning. Stretch your limbs a bit. Have a good old scratch and contemplate the success you are. How the book got written from midnight onwards. You hardly felt a thing. It's the stuff fairystories are made of. And you are Cinderella!
There's no such thing. There's hard work, and rewards.
I'd hate to be an overnight success. Because without the hard slog. Without the knowledge that the top of the heap has another side to it where do you go from there?
Just thought I'd ask.
Coward's castle was invaded by Greeks yesterday. They say beware of Greeks bearing gifts, but one of them was a birthday girl. So I just thought I'd let you know it's a stupid saying.