I imagine my optimism is naive sometimes. I am often so filled with hope, that despair doesn’t get a chance to raise it’s voice. It doesn’t get to be loud enough sometimes, but when it does, man is it a shrill. I pushed and I pushed and I pushed for the last 2 weeks, marketed, promoted, shameless left my little imprint everywhere, and it didn’t work. Sales plummeted, interest in my book was nonexistent, potential endorsements led to nothing. I was left right where I started. Penniless, terrified. I tried everything I could, and it didn’t work.
We just needed one really big win to make this happen, but all my attempts at that seem to end in more losses.
I wasn’t able to take care of my family, wasn’t able to pay the rent. I’m a fighter…..but, I’m getting tired. I wasn’t able to take care of my family. That’s the part that hurts inside, that’s the part that kills you a little….
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