Why Bother
Sometimes I wonder why bother with writing. What's the use? It's pointless. I still have to work a day job. Why get up early and crank out stories no one is going to read? Sounds dramatic, right? Well, I am a writer, and I end up writing it anyway. Out of habit, I suppose. I get into a story and the characters are so real that I can almost dive into the setting itself. But then the books come out and they don't exactly fly off the shelf. So again. Why bother? It's sort of where I've been for the last year, or two. This little voice in the back of my head. Why bother. Mostly, I ignore it. After all, I still love creating stories and probably won't stop regardless of whether the stories see the light of day. But indie publishing can be a lot of work. And a lot of times I don't feel like doing all the non writing work. Like marketing, or posting on social media, book signings. All that. The voice always wins when it comes to the non writing work. And then I...
