I’m having a really fucking hard day. But it will get better and tomorrow’s a new beginning.

Once I’m done with my interview for the lieutenant position at my regular job, things will get better. It feels like a failure because I had hoped to be a full time writer by now.

I get in my own way a lot.

Why do I struggle when I have a nearly perfect life? Good friends, family, a steady job, my health, and a decent amount of success writing fiction (which has always been my dream).

Who knows? It is what it is.

I have more wonderful opportunities and so many excellent writing friends it’s crazy. I’m really blessed. So thanks for that. You know who you are.

Wish me luck.

Peace.