Insert.gun.into.mouth.

Lately, things have sucked.
Writing, submitting, editing, the whole process has been like one, long cock punching session. No one is willing to give a writer a chance anymore. It blows. I sit up for hours trying to build little industry bridges and while some are going quite well, others, not so much. I dunno, it’s all so frustrating. I haven’t felt like living lately, not like suicidal living, I’m more esoteric than that. Just doing stuff hanging out. I want to write and get my book into someone’s hands. I love that the great addage of the business is that a lot of writers aren’t willing to get out and promote. On my end, that’s bullshit. I can think of a million ways to promote and get my name as big as possible.

Editors aren’t willing to work on a story anymore, they want instant cock throbbing hand jobs.