Quiet Time

I'm in the middle of one of those spells when blogging doesn't feel like a productive use of my time. Sometimes it's easy, because I'm trying to be useful but I'm ultimately doing it for my own amusement, so I don't mind so much that my sister is usually the only one leaving comments.

It's not amusing right now though. The never-enoughness, the needing-to-be-seen-ness, the ultimate futility of social media and book promotion is really bumming me out.

Most of the time I consider myself an optimist. Not today though, and that's okay.

I'll be back when it's fun again.