Many have praised my ability to write and tell stories over the years.
My latest triumph came last Monday at Small Stories.
We are a group of Bristol writers who tell our stories at a coffee lounge on the 1st Monday of the month.
However, being good isn't enough, you need money to publicize and most of all a break.
E L James got hers from a publishing house which was about to close, others got a break from Waterstone's book store -- formerly my favourite haunt -- as I have no money and no lucky breaks ahead, I am forced to beg for nickels & dimes for my work and as such I am drawing a line under this epoch.
I can now say "At least I tried," there is no more what if?
The e-books were put out to find if there was enough interest to chance a print run and failed to generate a general growth.
I intend to write, if only for my new friends at Small Stories and a couple of close friends, the general public have proved to me they are not interested. You can go back to your zombies.