A hard road to walk.
Over my years as a writer, I have been challenged to stop writing about the bad, and focus on the right things, in my life. I did try to do this, but when you're at the bottom of the barrel and all you see is the bottom it's hard to believe there is a way out of the gloom.
People have suggested several times to me that I am bipolar as I have violent mood swings; it isn't that I am bipolar, it is that I learned to take the maximum joy out of the slightest bit of happiness I find. Life has taught me that each time I see the light at the end of the tunnel of gloom, it is just the roof caving in and burying me deeper.
I am happy today, it is January, it is cold outside, but at least it isn't raining. I realize this means little but as I said I take joy in the small things in life.
When you are struggling to sell stories that take weeks to write, and you see people you know are not as good at writing - according to other people - as you are getting mass sales because they have money to get promotion for their books it is hard to see the light of your value.
At the start of the year, I seriously considered why I am continuing to write when nothing is selling, and I came to the inevitable conclusion; I paid for the Grammarly editing software, and the Weebly blog so while they are paid for I may as well use them.