Wednesday, October 12, 2016
Hell, I'm 56 years old. My health is deteriorating. My writing career has never taken off. What am I excited for? Not much.
But at the moment I'm just living day to day, doing my freelance work and trying to write fiction (which I'm still not having much luck at. And NaNoWriMo is coming and I don't even know if I'll participate this year. I have zero ideas for a novel to write.
Maybe grandchildren, if my sons will get on the ball and produce some (preferably after getting married to a nice girl). My older brother has grandchildren but he's older than I and his kids are older than mine are (his youngest is a little older than my oldest). So maybe I'm excited for grandchildren. If I ever get any.