He would receive copies of his books by courier, and these were piled up, all around him.

He was walled-in by his own books.

Not just busy: booked solid!

The resulting autobiography was also a disaster — no accomplishments.

On his third try, he became a writer.

He presented it to the agent, who said, “Hate the title.”

“Read it anyway.”

Later, the dazed agent called, “I’ll get all your work published. Just send it in.”

The writer thanked the hypnotic power of words.