I’m thinking what took me to where I am now in life, the cost of it. Was it worth it? I have to say yea or on some things I’d look a dick. Like the day in mid summer last year when she left me. Was it worth it? What exactly? My time with her, time down south, my writing, being a family, doing a dangerous job? Yea I know it was worth it. Can’t go back, life is linear, goes just forward. Life is about lessons.
I go back, why didn’t I join the RAF, why did I marry a real witch, why do I defend what she taught me today, why am I so different? Due my tats, my love of planes, my grief at being always misunderstood? I get more intense as I get older, I wasn’t like it 20yr ago.
But I got very good at one thing, writing. 13yr experience I help people with. To me that matters a lot. I want to make real cash though, enough to never have to do a crap day job again, time will tell. JK Rowling did it. So will I, my ebook will be published one day, as will my new stories.
It gets harder to do new ideas but rewards are worth it. No more getting ripped off self-publishing. I’m aiming to the stars. I just want a nice supportive girlfriend, the recession to end and a big new tat. Not much eh! Lol. I’ll settle on the 1st few. I’ll tell you how my book goes. My other books are on Amazon. Thanks for reading.
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