I hate feeling like this, on the downward side. Depression lies. I’ve been downright prolific with with writing, putting out short little 1k or so story every day. Even if its just fanfic. I’ve gained like ten followers. Sold a couple ebooks of my novel.

But I’m still feeling the swamp of despair sucking at my ankles, telling me it isn’t good enough, that nobody really cares. I know that’s lies. Still some days all I can do is put one foot in front of the other.

Sorry. Just needed to vent, and put in writing the good things.