the rare personal post

Where am I now.
I guess I haven't escaped a career after all.
I just finished Jeffrey Brown's new book.
I feel kind of melancholy.
I started off all happy to have a new book to read, a cold fall night, a hot cup of tea.
Now I wonder why I'm thirty three and I am still working dumb meaningless jobs and writing and hoping that someone's reading it.
I'll go off and do another stunt soon to get more attention to my writing.
It feels cheap.
Like I should just be able to throw the writing out there and it will gain an audience rapidly cuz of course it's so damn good. yeah. Ha ha.
Oh well.
I keep writing. Something's gotta happen sometime.
The longer you do something the better you get at it. usually.