I didn't make it, did I ?  It was nice to be myself for awhile.  I am a quirky, intermittent nonconformist.  I wanted to be a writer or create something in the entertainment industry.

     My reasons were sound. They made sense to me , anyway.   I love to write and I love to let my mind take me wherever it wants to.   I love Amy and want the chance to marry her and be available when needed, and still be able to work.  I DO NOT want to be on government social programs. I DO want to pay my debts and bills.
      Sooo, I looked at the idea of writing and creating these other projects as my way of trying to hit a home run.  Entertainment is the only field I could think of where I could conceivably be able to make enough money to do this.

     I cannot pull this off working at a convenience store.  I have to find  flex schedules and work at home more .
     I took six weeks to try to make it happen.  That is really more than I could take.

     Survival wins again.

                                                 I am just not viable. It sucks to lose.

It doesn't help that I took six weeks to make it in a field that many struggle to succeed in for their entire life. I left my bloody soul on these pages and tried every avenue I could get to in this limited time.

In that respect, I have given it my all.


On to the next brilliant idea that I will work on part time.

This is a whole lotta I in a story that is really about trying to find work that fits our needs.

whine.

The only thing worse than a quitter, is someone who never even GOD DAMNED tried, but criticized those that do.