Money is the cause of my unhappiness.
I know Satan is for real because for over two decades I chased the dream of being a recognized writer, and being paid to write short stories. It wasn't until three years ago when I stopped chasing the rainbow and learned not to hate myself for not being able to attain the goals I set that I came to like writing again, after hating writing for several years prior, also I learned to like myself as friends told me they noticed a radical change in my personality when I stopped chasing the money, and wrote for the enjoyment again.
With the Lord's help I came to realize that giving is the the source of happiness, not seeking money; that is why I am writing on my blog not trying to sell any e-books from now on. I had hoped for a little success in writing Christian fiction short stories to end my tenure as a writer, but they never came.
It is partially the work of my parents that I do not believe when people say I am an excellent writer as they never had faith in anything I did, or wanted to do. I also put some of the blame on Satan for fueling my doubts against the words of other people to the extent I look for an aside rather than accepting the compliments.
The photo on the post is the same as the cover of one of my last e-books. The photo is one I took several years ago, on my way to King's Lynn in Norfolk. King's Lynn also featured in one of my lesser known ghost stories (What happened there?)
In the last decade, I have turned from a dreamer into an out-and-out cynic who wouldn't believe it he is offered a genuine contract deal to turn a short story www.alsdominion.co.uk/the-reading-room into a published book.
Why would I believe otherwise?