2014 was supposed to be my year, wasn’t it? I had so many plans for myself. Now March is drawing to a close and most days
I feel worse about myself than ever before.
In some ways I blame the weather.
Every time I craft plans for myself, things I want to accomplish, it
seems that it snows or rains again. How nice
would it be to string together three nice days in a row? Money also continues to be a worry; I was
overdrawn at the bank this month for the first time in over five years. My lack of income was always a concern but
somehow I managed to keep a positive balance despite having no steady job after
December 2010. I’m sure things are going
to be dodgy money-wise at least through my birthday, which is no longer the
financial windfall it was once upon a time.
The older you get, the less people care about you. That’s the honest truth. I literally cannot afford to buy Heart
Trouble even though it is now available in paperback. I do hope that things can eventually turn
around, that at some point I can recapture my previous sales success in
publishing. I am trying to finish two
different books, and I have another idea in the queue. I just don’t have much confidence in my
writing anymore, which matches the fact that I’ve never had any confidence in
myself.
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