I'm having a really fucking hard day. But it will get better and tomorrow's a new beginning.
Once I'm done with my interview for the lieutenant position at my regular job, things will get better. It feels like a failure because I had hoped to be a full time writer by now.
I get in my own way a lot.
Why do I struggle when I have a nearly perfect life? Good friends, family, a steady job, my health, and a decent amount of success writing fiction (which has always been my dream).
Who knows? It is what it is.
I have more wonderful opportunities and so many excellent writing friends it's crazy. I'm really blessed. So thanks for that. You know who you are.
Wish me luck.
Life is an adventure. I read to expand my horizons and write because I must.
- The Craft of Writing: 7 Magnificent Books
- Use of Force Myths
- A Really Useful Tool
- Project Rotation