"I crawled up the manmade hilly path cutting around the russet sandcliffs. The cicadas’ song deafened the silence of my walk. I bore the weight of defeat and frustration yet again. Coming to the top, the ice plants that trailed at the side of the sandy path turned greener and the sounds of human interaction drowned out the cicadas’ noise. I opened the small wooden gate separating Surf Camp
from the rest of the camping park, left my board on the board stand and dashed to the kitchen to have some lunch. I breathed in the smell of suncream and pine in the air. Everyone appeared carefree, filled with laughter and lightness. Their lives hadn’t been a string of disappointments and could-have-beens. They could have had their own struggles but they didn’t wear them on their face. They didn’t move with the heaviness conceded by time gone by idly. All that I wasn’t, all that I could have been, all that I would never be… I knew better than to let myself spiral in a pool of dark thoughts. For years I had battled with depression, that constant feeling of worthlessness sneaking up behind you and sharing every detail about the person you can’t be."
Happy #NationalWritingDay fellow #writers .
Self publishing isn’t easy. You have to market your book, which is also the case with traditional publishing. I didn’t expect distribution to be such a challenge. But I’m glad @daniel_e_lane and I did it. Next up? Fiction and a publishing contract!
“He took a detour out of Burque and headed west again, where the mesas were black and red and the rivers lay dead as bones under the sun.” Taped to the Sky by @urrealism I love reading Luis. He paints vivid pictures that I feel in my core.