I know a blind person and he had this most incredible dream. My friend, Thomas, swore it was so real, he felt he was living the dream. The images were vivid and detailed with colors.
    I know, I was a little doubtful about blind guys having sighted dreams, but it’s been known to happen.
    He called it the Garden of Eden. In the dream, he traveled out past the Mississippi River, into the Wilderness. There were Indians who chased them into this valley with the rugged Cross.
    The couple started tilling the fields for wheat when they plowed up human bones.
    The Garden of Eden wasn’t Paradise, but the valley of the damned. The mass burial grounds were sacred Indian burial land. It was cursed by the ghost warriors.
    It was such a great story, Thomas got out of bed while still in the dream and walked over to his desk and started writing into his computer.
    Another interesting note , if a hundred monkeys with typewriters can bang out Macbeth , then imagine what a blind writer could do with a talking computer.
    Check out the story, Paradise: Lost and Found by Thomas O. Black and his other books http://LeapingTigerBooks.Weebly.com

     It’s hard being blind when you can’t see what you’re doing. Trying to compete in a sighted world is hard, but not impossible. A good example of this is when I was employed by Coca Cola as a customer service specialist. I earned more money being blind than I ever had while I was sighted.
    Now, writing blind and trying to use the same tools as other writers take for granted is very frustrating. Not only must I rely heavily on a sighted editor to repair the blind guy’s mistakes, but depend solely on the kindness of sighted friends to do the actual publishing of all of my manuscripts into books. It’s frustrating, knowing I am perfectly capable of uploading my manuscripts to Amazon’s site myself and yet, I am forced to rely on the kindness of friends to do for me at their convenience. Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful for any and all help, but what is a blind person to do? I must rely on the kindness of others to further my career as a publishing author. Now, if I was James Patterson with all of his money, I could easily reach the bestseller’s list, but what would be the fun in that. There would be no blood, sweat, or tears in achieving my goals; thus no satisfaction in reaching that particular goal.
    You will only hear me say this once; I hope I never win the lottery. The reason is simple. If I had enough money to make all of my dreams come true, then what would I have to dream about? There would be nothing to fill my thoughts on those nights I can’t sleep or have nothing better to do while waiting for a taxi or twiddling my thumbs at the doctor’s office.
    Nevertheless, I play the lottery every week, religiously. Meanwhile, I struggle to force myself to be patient as my thoughtful friends do their own thing.
    What it is I’m really bitching about stems from my independent nature. Growing up, my father taught me to be self reliant and as a Scout, that helped to reinforce that notion. However, to be blind forces me to act against my very own nature. It’s so hard to do it, as it is to live with it.
    I truly believe God put me back into this world in this particular body to teach me, or rather to force me to practice the act of patience. Unfortunately, he placed me in a body with a hard head. This head is so hard that repeated banging against the proverbial wall affords me no more insight or any patience.
    But you know what? I wouldn’t change a thing. I have had the opportunities to do things and achieve dreams, and to do it my way; just like Old Blue Eyes had sung it. And to hell with what anybody says! Because I did it my way.

     If all goes as planned, Paradise: Lost and Found will be published today. If not, then tomorrow.
    I would like to share with you more about me.
    Even though, you have already met Willow May, the other half of my personality, a lot of what was said of her still holds true for me.
    My name is truly Thomas Owen Black. I was born in Alabama and lived most of my life in Georgia.
    While I attended Augusta College, when it was still named Augusta College, I was blind and after six years; I finally received a BA in English Lititure
    During the last two years of my academic years, I earned the right to say that I’m an award winning playwright. In the spring of 1996, I participated in the Sandhills Writers Conference. I wrote a play, "The Light at the End of the Tunnel Is Another Train", and it won second prize.{ Copies are still available} The following year, I won honorary mention. The awards held no real wealth, other than the prestige. Augusta College had a very good reputation for her English Lititure program.
    None of my plays were good enough to be produced on Broadway, or even far off Broadway; it was pretty cool to be critiqued by a famous Broadway producer.
    I have learned to appreciate Shakespeare and his abilities and had no doubt, there was not a snowball chance of coming close to the master. Creating plays is a very difficult format to write, especially for the blind. It’s very tedious, but I can enjoy reading others.


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    Willow May Jennings

    I’m a blind writer. I write chick lititure and that’s why I use a pen name; To protect my reputation as a southern redneck. I can’t have the good old boys at the coffee shop learn I write chick lit.

    Tomas O. Black


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