I find that sometimes the creative juices dry up at the worst times. They tend to do that when business interupts the flow. I decided to venture out and present a book, Song of the Unsung, that I self-published today in my little town. The store owner wasn't overly enthusiastic, but she was willing to sell on consignment. One book.
That released in me a new interest in continuing to write, amazingly. Weird, but effective. Even if the book sits on the shelf, it's an offering to the reading public. I feel a sense of accomplishment. It's out there! How good is that?