Being totally disabled and yet ineligible for (denied) disability, apparently because my skin is white, my only chance to avoid becoming penniless is to write and sell books.
I do write and I write well, but I’ve never had enough good luck to sell books. My latest, “Get Real, Dr. Phil,” has sold 4 copies in 3 months. It was my last best chance and it has failed spectacularly.
It’s time to end the writing career and end the dream of being a successful writer. I have simply run out of time to wait for success. Unknown writers must wait for it and there is no more time to wait. I’ll take opiates for the pain or whatever.
There’s no point keeping a blog either. I’ll keep the blog active as a reminder of what once was and the potential of what could have been, but this is my last post.