I never set out to be a dog behaviourist.
I never set out to be a writer.
But somehow, I became both.
This book started as one playful story. Just a rhyme. A spark. Nothing serious. But it grew into seven rooms, a journey I didn’t even know I needed. And along the way… it changed me.
Writing stopped being just “expression.” It became purpose. It became healing. Page by page, I wasn’t failing or succeeding — I was just setting up dominoes and letting them fall.
Enjoying the game. And that game rebuilt me. I’ve realised I’ll never fear “writer’s block.” My mind doesn’t stop — and now, that’s not a curse. It’s a channel. A way to turn restlessness into rhythm, pain into something that might just help someone else.
I don’t know if this book is perfect. But I know it’s true. And if it leaves a mark, I hope it’s this: That chaos can be turned into creation. That healing can be written, rhyme by rhyme. That even when you never set out to be something, you might just become it. — Inkadelic Dan
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May that dream never stop Dan.
Andy
I'll keep floating along! Always appreciated my friend
Nicely written Dan, I too have felt this and live it as well.
That's why your vibration feels so relaxed with being yourself. Always appreciated my friend
You re most welcome
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