Good Morning, Mackrophiles,
I have rent to go pay, so I have to make this short.
I think I’ve finally reached that point where I realize nothing is working. Nothing I’ve done in the past year has amounted to anything remotely resembling a good, solid investment in my future: I’ve published novellas and novels; I’ve written countless short stories which are being gathered into collections as quickly as I can; I’ve created dozens of tee shirts, some of which are pretty funny and some of which are just pretty; I’ve put an album and a single up for sale, and another album up for pre-order; I’ve held two art sales of my illustrations and hand-drawn graphic designs; I’ve made fifteen videos, some which are visual audio books, some of which actually use my music, and one of which is an actual by-gum rock video; and I’ve done all of this while maintaining about a half dozen blogs and at least three social networks, which I am occasionally quite charming on, if you catch me on a good day.
And I’m staring down the barrel of debt like never before. You have no idea. It’s making me into the bore you see today.
But enough about me. How are you today?