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?)