I no longer consider myself a writer. I have degenerated into a blogger.
To be classed s a writer implies respect for work. Respect is something my work never achieved.
I consider myself no more than a worthless hack writer these days. I had a semi-successful series on B&N, but sales have fallen by 67% in the last 4 months, and by 50% in the last quarter. I expected this to happen once Forgestriker failed to sell.
Sure, I run a successful blog. Why shouldn't I? A lot of people say I am a good story teller, and the blog is free.
I joined the ranks -- ironic term, rank means smelly-- of teens who gossip on line about everything in their lives. From an award winning writer to a blogger in under two years.
I would say "How the mighty have fallen," but that would imply a status on my former writing which it didn't achieve. I have been toying with the idea of putting my work on here for some time. I have nothing to lose, after all I make less than the price of a coffee a week.
I won't make anything putting it on here, free. But, at least the stories will be read and that is more than is happening now.