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.