Wrote a long post then deleted it.
If you’re a close friend… (and I do try to be a very good friend), I value personal connection and support above all things.
People are either a close friend and understand how writing is a part of who I am and support my books and their purchase from whomever I pub with or they are someone I know. Or perhaps used to know. It hurts too much to try to work to maintain friendships with people who are actively turning their backs on me. So, I dunno. It tells me how much I matter.
2020 has to be a brutally honest with myself year. Some people don’t value my presence in their lives and I don’t think they should struggle to maintain that brittle, small-talk civility.
Because I suck at it.
The dog walker is coming and the trash truck is outside. I am hoping they’re gone before she gets here because he’s gonna lose his shit if he has to be walked next to a moving, growling, house sized vehicle.
This isn’t meant to be a “poor me” or emo post. It’s just… I need to work out some demons who are living rent free in my head. Newly moved in ones. Because God knows, I’ve already had a full belfry of bats there already.