Where are you Mr. Glenn Schaeffer?

I hope this letter finds you well. I recently contacted my friend Richard Wiley to inquire about your whereabouts. He kindly provided me with your name and informed me that you no longer reside in Las Vegas. Although I couldn’t learn and pronounce your name, I never forgot about your life story. Our initial introduction, orchestrated by Richard, left an indelible impression on me. As a writer struggling to string together a simple sentence in English, pronouncing a name like Glenn Schaeffer posed quite a challenge. Nevertheless, your name may have escaped me, but your presence has never left my side.

Since 2007, whenever I embarked on writing a story, article, or poem, you were there with me, like a ghost or, rather, a ghostwriter. Mr. Glenn Schaeffer, I have written extensively, and when I received my new book, "I Will Call You Once I Arrive in Kyiv," you immediately came to my mind. So I signed it for you and I wrote:

to rmy ghostwriter, who has neve abandoned me for the past 16 years.

With your invaluable assistance, I have accumulated over 21,000 files on my computer. While some may consist of pictures I captured in this city, I possess thousands of words in the form of short stories, novels, and articles that I am yet to publish. also, I published more than 30 books on Amazon, and Google play .LULU.Not every immigrant has the opportunity to devote themselves to their work. Many writers succumb to depression when they settle in a new country, their attitudes change, and some even cease writing altogether. However, I persevered. Even in the face of relentless hacking attempts every other day, even the compromise of my Yahoo email and Facebook account, I persisted. I couldn't abandon writing because, when fatigue overwhelmed me, my ghostwriter would take over.

 I always remember Your life story; as a writer, desired to write, but financial constraints hindered your aspirations. It was then that you decided to pursue business, eventually achieving success and supporting other writers. I was fortunate to be one of those writers. I extend my deepest gratitude to you, Glenn Schaeffer.

In ancient times, people in my country would write letters and attach them to the legs of pigeons, allowing the birds to deliver them to their intended recipients. The pigeons always knew their destinations. Consider this letter as my own modern-day pigeon, named Substack, entrusted with the task of ensuring it reaches you. I have also signed my new book for you and will deliver it to the Black Mountain Institute, as I am certain they possess your address.

Once again, thank you, my friend, my ghostwriter. Thank you, Glenn, for the incredible life you have bestowed upon me through your unwavering support, granting me the extraordinary opportunity to write without fear.

Yours faithfully,
Moniro Ravanipour