I am so motivated and driven in the day. To work, to create.
Though after I’m awake in the later hours of the night or the morning. It’s 7:20, I realize the reality of how hard it is to get published, to create and sell.
I don’t know what I’m doing at this point, with a degree with no value, books to write that may never sell, and worst of all goals that I may never achieve. What if the relentless pursuit is not enough, what if no one buys what I write. Fuck.
In the face of making money, even leaving a legacy seems pointless.
A Sane Undertaking 