Here’s the Google Drive link:
I’m emotionally exhausted. Every time I go through this script, it’s time for another crying jag. And of course, I miss my delusions of grandeur, the days when I woke up singing and pounded out 2500 words, three books a year, because this time, this time, this time, this was the book that would make me rich…
When you lose that, well, you win your sanity, sure. But, fuck, it’s hard some days to get up and write in the face of “probably not” instead of “definitely absolutely.”
But, that said. I forked out (well, Visa did) for three contests, including Diverse Voices again. We’ll see.