Welcome to my new writing blog!

Dear Reader,

This is the maiden post of my new blog. I have decided to discontinue my old one, which was based on the Weebly platform, and transferred to the Blogger platform, which, as a writer, gives me more freedom and will also help me reach a wider audience.

As you know if you have visited my website (http://richardzahra.weebly.com/), I am a travel and fiction writer. My blog posts used to alternate between travel stories and fiction - some humorous, and some with a more serious tone. I hope that you find my content useful and entertaining. If you do, please encourage other friends to subscribe to The Pondering Writer blog. You can send them the link below either via email or via social media:

https://theponderingwriter.blogspot.com/

I am looking forward to entertaining you and would love to hear your views about my future posts.

All the best,

Richard

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