I can't believe I'm doing this ...
But then again, why not?
Essentially, I've been blogging off-line for some time now, trying to work my way back into being a writer. A novelist. I was one once, you know. I suppose I still am. But am I frustrated. I'm also a real estate agent. (More frustration.) And a fledgling Internet entrepreneur (now, that's REAL frustration). At the moment, I feel unsuccessful at everything. There it is, I'm putting it out there. I do hope that this feeling won't last long. But somehow, I don't know. It's getting harder and harder to feel hopeful.
On the other hand, failure is not an option, is it?
I don't owe a lot of money, but with two kids to feed, I will. Also, of course, not a lot is relative. If you can't pay it, it's a lot. Maybe it's not good that I start this at this time. I sound so morose. Yeech!
I'm very tired. That's it. I stayed up until 4 am, fiddling around with AdSense and trying to come up with ideas. And I woke up at 6:30, then passed out again. The last thing I remember thinking clearly is that I should read Harry Potter to my son before I take him off to day camp. Instead, I collapsed back in a comatose heap for another hour. Now, it's nearly 8. I'm sitting here writing. My son's watching television. He's happy. I'm fading fast ...
Essentially, I've been blogging off-line for some time now, trying to work my way back into being a writer. A novelist. I was one once, you know. I suppose I still am. But am I frustrated. I'm also a real estate agent. (More frustration.) And a fledgling Internet entrepreneur (now, that's REAL frustration). At the moment, I feel unsuccessful at everything. There it is, I'm putting it out there. I do hope that this feeling won't last long. But somehow, I don't know. It's getting harder and harder to feel hopeful.
On the other hand, failure is not an option, is it?
I don't owe a lot of money, but with two kids to feed, I will. Also, of course, not a lot is relative. If you can't pay it, it's a lot. Maybe it's not good that I start this at this time. I sound so morose. Yeech!
I'm very tired. That's it. I stayed up until 4 am, fiddling around with AdSense and trying to come up with ideas. And I woke up at 6:30, then passed out again. The last thing I remember thinking clearly is that I should read Harry Potter to my son before I take him off to day camp. Instead, I collapsed back in a comatose heap for another hour. Now, it's nearly 8. I'm sitting here writing. My son's watching television. He's happy. I'm fading fast ...
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