In 48 hours time it will all be over, and I will probably be on my way back here, having been ignored again.
In 48 hours time I will have been reminded, yet again, how insignificant I am and be berating myself for having bothered to try and change anything.
In 48 hours time I will hate myself for having spent money I do not have on something I should not have felt the need to do.
In 48 hours time I will be trying to figure out how I can modify my existing work to remove anything that might cause me problems later.
In 48 hours time I will feel very guilty about trying to change anything.
Hopefully I will not try and throw out my work again, because I obviously want to do it. Why I need anyone’s approval I do not know. I just know I feel very sad already, and the worst has not even happened yet.
There is a simple solution to all of this, and that is to modify everything to remove all traces of Wolfe, and do the work on the basis that nobody will be interested in it anyway.
I have to say, for an author who has amassed 30,000 readers in four years, I am feeling rather down on myself. I do not feel I have achieved anything of note, my work is mainly scribbling, and I see no evidence of anybody sufficiently enthusiastic to be waiting for the next thing to come along. Therefore Ina is still a nothing, despite some effort. I would not claim that it is a lot of effort, as I have witnessed people who put in a lot of effort, and I neither have the time nor apparently the drive to put sufficient into the project.
It has not helped that I have spent the last four years with two people who are more concerned with themselves than anything progressive or external, and that I was too sad/unmotivated to do anything about it. I am shocked when I see myself four years ago, at the damage this has done to me.
Maybe this dip is self-protective. If I do not expect anything, then I will not be so gutted when I fail.
I wish the ending of this story was not so inevitable.