I never in all my life did anything as hard as self-publishing a book and attempting to expand my readership. I’ve been doing it since 2008 without any real support or guidance, and it seems to get harder every year.
Not a night goes by where I don’t consider walking away from it all. I’m tired, burned out, and every time I feel as though I’m making strides life steps in and kicks me in the balls.
Here’s my dilemma…
I fucking love it. I love writing and there is no greater feeling than connecting with a reader. I wake up every day with new stories and characters in my head.
Talk about your gift and your curse.
I don’t know how long I can stay on this rollercoaster. The bad days outnumber the good ones. I know I will always write… I’m just not sure if I’ll always be read.