Writing is therapy. My brother wrote Power Mind. He didn't live to see it published. Sometimes fiction is written to disclose hidden truths. The truths are hidden in the story. I would then be his ghost writer. In the absence of reality, there becomes infinity. Infinite ways to hide the truth. There are no drafts. The content will only be up a short time before the editor discovers there is no contract. My _spot_ on a _blog_ will help with interpretations. tdr
My brother was unique. An international science fair winner. College changed him and his novel was his last hope for a normal life. He volunteered for drug trials in order to find a cure. It failed him and he ended his life. The trial ended up being successful and now his novel has a similar chance. Tim should be on the cover instead of his brother. “ …remember the castles and watch from above. “