So I didn’t get another day job. Seems I’m not even good enough to sling popcorn and punch tickets at the local multiscreen. So I got up at 3:30 a.m. this morning with my girlfriend when she went out to work a 14 hour shift, for the bastards who fired me 11 months ago.
I got up, I’ve had breakfast, a shower, some coffee and now I’m sat at the laptop writing again. Still clinging onto the (probably vain) hope that I’ll someday make a living doing what I love, one of the few things I’m good at…
Hey, it’s either that – or put a gun in my mouth. And I’m English so I can’t get hold of a gun. Unless I’m just not trying hard enough.
Darkgingerbread 
I sincerely wish you luck in your attempts to make a living through writing. It is a dream that you and I share.
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Thanks Stuart. I think it’s a dream we all have here at wordpress, eh?
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That’s very likely.
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You know I believe in your talent. Your hope is not vain. ❤
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My life is one unending shit fight Kindra. I get tired of it, really really tired 😢
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I will not launch platitudes; they are below you. And below me. Besides, I know you too well. You’re feeling hopeless, and you have reason to. But you also have reason to dig in your heels. You’re not a pussy. You’ve seen the face of Hell. Your writing is going to save you. If you can believe in anything, believe in that. Not only because writing is your gift, but because you fucking NEED it. So earn it. I know you can.
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