Getting done sucks...

This was not one of my better days. Slept till almost noon and felt nice...for about an hour. Since then I've been slipping into a sadness I cannot seem to shake, and that's led to a near headache that is only now beginning to drift away.

Part of this is probably due to the evil being perpetrated by DOGE and Felon47 in Washington, about which I can do little. At least the Civil Service unions are fighting back, now, and people are furious. I was afraid we'd be sleepwalking into a dictatorship, like they did in Germany in 1933. 

Took Hitler 6 weeks to consolidate complete control of the government and start going after people he knew the Germans hated. Communists. Socialists. Unions. Gays. Gypsies. And then the Jews.

This is the reason I filed bankruptcy. I don't want debt hanging over me if I wind up being denied Social Security, which is not out of the realm of possibility. I've been very vocal on Xitter, Instagram, Tumblr and Facebook about how much I despise Muskrat and Felon47. Hell, I won't even type or say that bastard's name. And they are vindictive scum.

But today...mixed in is also a certain aimlessness. An uncertainty about what to do, next. I could bounce away from working on APoS while I was writing it because I always came back to it. But now? Nothing to come back to.

Do I try and find ways to publicize the book? Get it into libraries? See if book stores will carry it on consignment? It's not exactly a best-seller. Which is understandable. The books are $32.50 each, and I'm not a known author. I can't price them for less because then I'd lose money on them, after printing, distribution costs, and Amazon and B&N's cut just for offering it in their catalogues.

Part of me is glad it's available, and the ebook is only $2.99 so I could emphasize that. I just wish I had the ability to figure out how to sell it so people would want to read Brendan's story...