This is the cover of my poetry book. I published it on Amazon/Kindle last June. It has only sold about six copies. Writing is a very, very lonely endeavor. I am beginning to doubt that it is worth the effort to write at all. I wonder who I am writing for. I have written poems, short stories and two full length novels. One of the full length novels I wrote years ago got rejection letter after rejection letter. Interestingly, I seriously doubt if anyone really took the time to actually read it. The rejection letters were all form letters. I am beginning to doubt that anyone is actually out there. It is as if this modern life is a black hole in the universe; nobody is really out there. This is a desperately lonely planet. I did occasionally get a few poems published. That is something that I feel proud of. Writing has been my therapy, you could say. I have written a memoir that I doubt if I will ever have the courage to share. It is just too personal; it is just too painful. I might just keep that pain to myself and then maybe it will be as if it never existed at all.
I earned a Master of Arts in English and Creative Writing a few years ago. I thought it would help me to sharpen my writing skills. I thought it would help me make contacts with other writers. Well, it didn’t. All the university did was take my money and my time. I would suggest everyone steer clear of colleges and universities. Get a library card; it is more economical.
Anyway, my poetry book is still available on Amazon/Kindle for around $2.99. That’s not terribly much. I am considering pulling it from Amazon/Kindle because it is just sitting there. I do want to thank anyone who has purchased my book.
I write because I enjoy expressing myself. I enjoy writing about the human condition-love, hate, happiness, sadness, despair, hope, etc. It has always been my intent as a writer to contribute something to the world through my insights-to give my readers something to ponder about the human condition. Thing is, I don’t have many readers at all. I don’t know how to change that, either.
Life is short. Life hurts. Life disappoints. I wish it weren’t so, but it is. That is just the truth.
Anyway, thank you all for reading my blog here in WordPress. I will probably continue writing just because it is something that I truly do love to do. I love the beauty of words. I just do. I have written since I was a little girl. I am not sure how to reach people with my words though. Like I said, it is as if this life is just a black hole into which everything sinks. Lonely planet, it truly is.
Thanks for reading.