Hopes and dreams keep us going, don't they? I've wanted to be a writer my whole life. Something about waffling stories makes sense to me. I'm a storyteller. I'm someone who can spill words onto a page. Sometimes, I might not be the best editor, or technical writer, but I know I can tell a story.

Dreams sometimes take time. The journey is what makes it worth the while, apparently. I do agree that if I've ever achieved something, it feels great if I've had to work at it. So, here I am, living my dream as a writer. I'm not where I need to be, yet. I'm not living the lovely lifestyle I imagine for myself. Sometimes, I wonder if I'm cut out for the indie author world. The stories come, but then the business side of things have to be taken care of too. 

At times, I've wondered whether to give up. I've asked myself whether I should go and get a normal job. So far, I haven't, but as money gets tight, I can see why a lot of indie authors give up. It's a hard game. It's a constant production wheel where you have to switch between creative brain to not so creative. And my not so creative brain may well still be too creative.

But, it's not time. Not yet. My dreams are humble. My hopes are real. For now, I'll keep going with writing and releasing books that I pour my heart and soul into. Until the time comes where I have no money left at all, or my creativity runs out, I'll keep going.

Always work towards your dreams. Always.