Must go down. Or so we're told. I'm definitely bipolar. I'm also frustrated by paranoia. What am I paranoid about? Putting my real life out there, even if I trust everyone (including the agency that doesn't exist) to not let the information be compromised the idea that I could gain a stalker is pretty much terrifying.
So even though I could use a supplement to my income I have taken no steps toward monitizing my work.
Well there's the fact that patreon has a policy which would not let me monetize 99% of what I've published here....
This year (well I actually started about this time last year) I wrote about 60,000 pointless words. Or in other words, I rambled on for that many words with no true story development. I haven't tossed the hot mess, but I haven't looked at it since early April. At that time I put aside the mess because it was growing like kudzu but not going anywhere. As with everything I've published here, it was a story without an ending, which I had no clue of how to end. Or IOW what was the point anyway?