I am not “feeling it” anymore about the writing career.
I worked one day so far in my current day job and have hurt and felt too bad to even consider writing or submitting anything.
If there is a “plan” as my Presbyterian “friends” have suggested, for my life, it has somehow gone awry.
I’m tired of the rat-race. I’m tired of doing my best and watching others, who try to escape work, get all the acknowledgement and credit.
I’m tired of living paycheck to paycheck and being transferred and displaced and treated like I don’t matter anywhere.
There is no reason left to write.