End of the line

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I just posted the last of God Bless the Child and published Unreachable. That is going to be it for me. It has been a great ride. I had some laughs, shed some tears, but I'm really not cut out to be an author. I don't have what it takes and it has become obvious. There is a certain level of attention to detail to produce a good story, and I don't have that ability. It is more than just not getting reads and comments and kudos and reviews.

For 1. I am too competitive and there is no way I can be number 1. The story with the most hits on this site is less than 200 words long and I can't compete with it. I will never be a best seller on Amazon either.

2. I am too fragile. I take everything personally. Low reviews hurt. Being told that your stupid is one thing, being shown is more damning. I change character names, I don't know punctuation, and I constantly get words wrong.

3. Don't fit in. This crops up every now and again and it did so again today. People do not want to read what I write. I mix two things that probably shouldn't go together and I'm tired of defending my beliefs. I am a transgender Christian. But people from both sides can't accept that the two can coexist. I am not going to leave the Christian part out of my writing because that is a part of me and when I did write, I bore my sole.

So, it's be fun and all. I hope I entertained a few people along the way. I am going to try to work on me for a while. I am close to death as it is, so maybe this is a good thing. Instead of writing, I can go for walks. Take care.

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