I have reached a crossroads in my writing career—if
you can call it a career. For the second
time in as many months, I have reached a crossroads in my writing career—if
you can call it a career. For the second
time in as many months, I have put aside my story, unable to continue. In the past I have been able to harness my
disappointments, and depression, and boredom into serious creativity, but
lately I just can’t seem to get myself into the zone. Too many things have been weighing on my
mind, including a situation in which I am an innocent bystander, being lied to
each and every time I try to rectify someone else’s oversights. It is no fun when people play fast-and-loose
with your life. I mean, there are
scenarios in life when we do things—all of us—with few thoughts to the
consequences. However, I really needed
this opportunity, this chance, and as the months pass I know it is growing
father and father in the distance. When
you need one piece of the puzzle to fall into place and it won’t, it’s pretty
darn frustrating.
But back to my writing. I sent out books to three different entities
recently, in this hopes that I would be reviewed favorably and possibly even
sold in an important store. Still
waiting for feedback, be it good or bad, on all of them. At least there’s something to hope for. I hope.
