I can’t get a single person to buy my books. Not a single
person. Very discouraging. Makes me feel like I’m not good enough to be an
author and maybe I’m not. Even though it doesn’t cost anything I may pull my
books off of Kobo and just write for my own enjoyment. Why struggle for what
isn’t meant to be?
Didn’t sleep all that great last night because I was up a long
time and I only slept about 6 hours, if even that. Canceled my visit with Dixie
and she understood. Besides, she has other obligations. They’re coming to
install railings along her front walkway.
Avocados still seem to help keep my weight stable and they even
quell hunger to a degree. I think I might try having half an avocado at the
beginning of my day and a half at the end of my day.
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