2019 - my final year as a writer.
People would think that for me to leave writing would be a sad occasion after ten years writing short stories, but the truth of the matter to the contrary; I can't say I'm pleased, but I have prepared myself for this moment for years.
I realized I was never going to succeed as a writer for many reasons, not the least is I have no money to pay for publicity. Several of my stories received high praises, but this praise did not boost the sales of the e-books.
Perhaps, if I'd latched onto a trend, as many writers did I could have succeeded, but that wasn't how I wanted to be known, I tried to get recognized for my work not for being a trend follower.
Since my success with Forgestriker, I have tried and failed, to sell more than science fiction e-books. I wanted to be thought of as a writer, not a genre-writer, that is why I look at myself as a failed author.
Over the past three years, my liking for writing has faded, not only because the sales dried up but because my blog is the only thing people read from me.
Though I have had many sales for my e-books, I have had no feedback from readers, is it too much to ask for a little note of thanks or a short review on Amazon?