I am a good writer.
One thing I have been told many times is that I don't say to people how good I am as a writer.
The reason I don't is that I feel self-praise is no praise at all. I'd rather paste the comments of other people telling how good they think I am.
Unlike many writers, I don't turn my blogs into book blogs, even if I have two platforms to get my e-books on Amazon and Draft2Digital.
Could I write a novel?
I don't think writing a novel is beyond my ability as a #writer, but will it get read?
Could I write a novel?
This is a question I have been asked several times in the last decade, so the answer has evolved/devolved with my circumstances.
Five years ago.
The first time I was asked if I could write a novel, my answer was no. The idea of writing a story of 40,000 words or more seemed beyond my capability at the time. Then I transformed a short blog piece for a friend into a story that was ended, not ended, at 35,000 words.
Three years ago.
At the height of my sales, and with my drive to write in full flow there was a good chance that the word count was in my capacity; I did write a story of over 30,000 words before I stopped the story.
The answer is NO!
I would have great difficulty in finding the drive to write to that scale again, mainly because of the time it took for me to write each story (14 months) and what I got in return (nothing). The case now is not could I write the novel, but do I think spending a year on a story that would not be read is worth my time?
No interest from the readers :(
Before this month, I had only thrown out one story from the 400+ I have written. That is about to change as I will be deleting many files because of a lack of drive brought on by a lack of readers for my stories.
Several of the stories that are going to be thrown out are over 20 pages long; if there is no interest, there is no point in hoping to finish them.
I don't need a day to remember as I never forget those who went before me.
I don't need a day to remember those who went before me to gain our freedom from German tyranny; I have a permanent reminder of the six years I spent in the Royal Air Force.
I know I have several phobias, but I never considered having Agoraphobia. I always thought Agoraphobia was the fear of open spaces, which is something I am not worried about as I love walking.
I know I get a racing heart rate and sweat profusely when I am in shopping malls; I put the condition down to my heart condition and the humidity. I never considered I was afraid of crowds of people.
Why am I writing - The Reunion - a sequel to a story that nobody has bought?
I do enjoy writing, but is it worth it? That's the question I ask myself each day when I get up.
I started my blogs with the hope they would help sell some of my e-books, but I can't say they have achieved a thing. Sure, they get many readers, but they are free to read.
I often feel like I am writing to the winds, nobody comments on the blogs, and it is depressing to think I spend time writing the blogs for people to read and never see a thing back. That's one of the reasons I haven't blogged much this week; the other reason is I've been ill for most of the week.
I have plenty of stories I could write or continue, but I often lack the drive as I think there is little point in writing if nobody is interested enough to buy the books I try to promote.
One friend asked, "If you didn't write what would you do?"
At the moment my time is spent listening to Gospel music on www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLN_cA-MjGHZSw12G0-wXY4lE7QrD9GHI0
Is there a recession?
This question is an excellent question to ask on this night of firework displays; I have just been forced to listen to over four hours of loud bangs. I dread to think how much those flashes cost the families; I will say more than a meal on the table.
Another thing to note is that I do not see an increase in old cars on the roads, and don't forget people walking around with hundreds of dollars of iPhones in their pockets.
There could be a recession for the people at the bottom but not for those people with money, as the words to the vaudeville song say "It's the rich that get the pleasure, and the poor get the blame; it's the same the world over, ain't it a bleeding shame!"
Back to the basics.
After last year's debacle with buying a book cover, I decided to go back to using free images from online stores or my own selection took over my years as a photographer.
The downside of this is that the pictures are of more inferior quality than bought covers, and fitting a story to an image could be a problem.
The upside of the situation is I won't have a massive outlay to recoup at the end of the day. The challenge of fitting the story to an image of mine is something I am capable of doing, as I've been doing all the decade that I have been a writer.
Mental Health issues.
With help from SSAFA and the RAFBF, I hope to start to rebuild my life before my agoraphobia takes control of my mind.
For several years, I noticed that in shopping malls I struggle to breathe and get palpitations; I put it down to having a heart disorder, it was only this week that I joined the dots and the truth got revealed to me.
If RAFBF can help win the battle to get my benefits back to what they were before the cuts in June, this will give me some spare cash to permit me to go out again; otherwise, I have no reason to go out and no money to spend if I did go out.
If the EU is so good, why are there so many Poles in the UK?
Before long, the UK will be a Catholic state unless the tide is turned.
They are like ants to sugar, in the beginning you count the individuals but as the information spreads all you see in the stream. Over £15 million is sent to Poland each year to fund their exodus to the UK, everything the Unions fought for for decades has been thrown away.
My vote hasn't changed since we joined the EEC in 1973 - I was a NO vote then, and I am and always will be a NO voter - all the EU is is a way to help fund Germany.