I do not give much care at all to what people have to say
about me. They must think me queer darting off in the early morning and
slipping back beyond late in the evening. I’ve been residing in my work shop religiously
for some time now, physically and mentally. Although my efforts are great, I
can’t agree that my results reflect the same manner. I would be deemed a liar
if didn’t admit that my failed experiments didn’t make me more sad and
discouraged day after day. I reap gratification in my work, nevertheless; yet,
my money supply is running weak. This could be a drastic obstacle if I am not
able to conceive a break through.
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