The End of times
Entering my eighth year of the ten years I was told it would take to get some recognition and the sales from my e-book alsdomain.weebly.com/barnes--noble.html selection are next to nil, not that any sold other than hereiamattheedge.blogspot.co.uk/2015/04/forgestriker-collection.html#.V7WFNk0rLnB.
This dream should have stayed a dream, while it was in the what if stage - I could believe it may have worked, after trying for several years to be a writer, I can now put the thought out of mind.
To give you answer I posed at the head of the post - I have no idea. Some will say that writing is in my blood, and living without it will be hard for me. That situation was true until this year, this year I taught myself not to care about writing.