Moving My Current and Future Books* to Ko-fi

Because new keeps the inner critic confused

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Why do we do anything anymore? I ask this question at least once every hour and receive strained silence in return. I’ve tried not thinking about it and being agonized by it and everything else in between. Finally, I’ve come to the bizarre conclusion that I won’t have an adequate answer for a while.

I’ve to do the things I want to do, even some I don’t want to do because it’s better to maintain an iota of productivity than spend time wandering, and realize you’ve been walking in circles. And it keeps the critic off my back.

Starting is hard, and 2019 me would wholeheartedly agree. But, if you are in it for the art and not for money/views, then the next steps don’t come easy either. There’s no rule book for indie writers, certainly none to deal with the sense of loss. A constant feeling of failure comes with the territory.

Although unsolicited writing advice is something I’d like to erase from my memory with a bullet, there’s one that works. Which is to keep with it, writing, trying new things — all of it. When you can, how much you can.

I don’t know when I’ll write my first real book. Sending it out into the universe and receiving nothing in return is a huge thing to deal with magnified in…