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Monday, May 21, 2018

Pierwalker Log: May 21, 2018

Writing start: 10:30 A.M.
Finish: 3:21 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 0
Edited (est.): 23,100

1. Failure: Special read-through (ch.15)

2. Book Three Melody: Primary edit number one of chapter eleven.
Notes: Melody's adventure is about to get really freaky--and really great.

3. Watson: Primary edit number six of chapter 8.
Notes: Kye's got it now. A tough chapter to put together. I'll be taking a little extra time off from the project as a result.

4. Love Story: Primary edit number three of chapter two.

5. Ant story: Primary edit number six of chapter one.
Notes: Kye's got it now. A few days off and I'll be starting the next chapter!

6. Dread Pirate Roberts (2): Off

7. T-Bag: Read-through

8. Fractalverse: Volume 5: I'll start this new project May 28.

Extra notes: Solo Friday!

I woke this morning thinking about how lucky I am to be doing this. If the whole of humanity stopped reading--and that's the direction it's trending--I would still write. Fifteen years of making almost no money is proof enough.

I'm through with marketing. People will discover my work, or not. I'm done twisting myself in knots trying to convince anyone that what I've written is worth their time. My marketing will remain, at most, posting links back to this blog on Reddit, and this blog itself. Screw the rest of it. Life is just too short.

Publishing is a vile industry. I really didn't know how nasty it was until recently. It's lies built on bullshit propped up by the acidic cement of greed and bloody knives once stuck into backs. Marketing is a scam. The only marketing that's meaningful is word of mouth--something entirely beyond any author's control.

The sleepless nights, countless at this point, just haven't been worth it. Not even a little bit.

If you're someone who has read one of my published works, it's up to you to let others know about it. I'm sick and tired of trying to get you to do that. Do it or not. I am no longer interested in kissing your ass. I think I'll stand up, wipe my nose off, brush my teeth, and work at regaining a little of my dignity.