Back to the office and work went well. At home, I relaxed in bed with the family. I
read about a friend on Facebook that is publishing a book, felt happy for him but sad for myself. Another year and no book. It’s been 5 years since I published my novel. Every year writing seems like an unattainable pipe dream. I tried to make myself feel better and put out posts about my steampunk short story that was published in connection with a con here in Denmark but still feels like I need to do more. Am I a fan or am I a writer?
Julia was crying a little at around nine like in the past evenings but this time it was much better.
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