Write romance novels, it would seem.
I hadn’t intended on doing that for free. Like any other self-respecting person I’d hoped to get paid for it, but oh well.
I’ve got thousands, yeah thousands, of pages of material written, most of it up to the same standard those of you who follow my stories have seen thus far, sitting on my google drive just waiting like kittens to be adopted.
It’s past time for me to toss in the towel. No one is going to offer me a contract. Amazon doesn’t give a rat’s behind if I make one red cent, and for me, writing fiction has become an obsession that’s holding me back from real life.
I’ll keep posting my stories here, since you guys seem to appreciate them; I’ve got years worth of them stored up.
Meanwhile I’m going to start going to those concerts I’ve been meaning to. Learn a few new skills, love a life devoid of pesky things like success.
Who needs to be rich and famous anyway? It doesn’t seem to make people any happier.
Darcy Branwyn 
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