It's a full moon tonight. I'm supposed to be all bouncy and optimistic.
Meh.
It is hard not to get despondent when you fill your days and nights pouring your life's blood onto the page, knowing full well that no-one will ever give a damn. I'm tired. I'm broke. I'm working my ass off for a pay day that never comes.
I don't need fame and fortune, but a little taste of success would be nice. Just a morsel. A crumb. Will write for chocolate...
It would be so nice to think that someone out there even knew who I was. That I actually exist outside of the endless pages I write.
Maybe the simple truth is that I'm just not good enough. Maybe I don't have what it takes. Maybe I did... but it shrivelled up and died.
Gods, I sound jaded. I probably am jaded. *sigh*
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