The Novelist Loved
Johnny E. Mahaffey
March 19, 2019

IN LIGHT OF TIME________________________________________________________
So much has happened now... too much to put here.

A lot of good news that I want to scream to the world, but it's not quite the time just yet. But I am extremely happy with what has happened: I have true friends and family in my life!

I had thought of ending my postings—but I was immediately met with dissatisfaction by others in that consideration. As it turns out, I have a lot more readers than I originally suspected, and these readers reached out to me to let me know that they wanted me to continue writing. So I will—and forget the NON friends that were never true friends to start with. I write for those true. And thanks to the awesome responses to my "cruel world" post. I will post even more now than ever. So those of you who'd commented on my "last post," keep those sentiments because it's thanks to you that I will continue.

The more you hate yourself and reflect that self-hate outwards, rejecting and/or ostracizing others, the more in time you lose.

As for me? I have LOVE and understanding in my life.

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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove;
O, no, it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his highth be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
—William Shakespeare

Love has a way of finding us—as I have fallen, I had given up more than once—but here I am: loved, beyond all odds, time and place...

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