Well, 2017 was a mediocre, frustrating year on the “becoming a writer” front.
It was good on the personal side, until we lost our unborn daughter (and I almost lost my girlfriend to infection too.) So any motivation and goodwill I had left for that year is gone.
Honestly, I want to write an upbeat, “but 2018 will be DIFFERENT” post, but I don’t have it in me yet. Right now, I’m in a hell of a funk and I can’t seem to find a way out of it.
It just feels like I should throw in the towel on everything, just focus on watching TV shows, and otherwise stop trying to accomplish anything of note.
I imagine it’ll pass, but…