I'm gonna be taking a hiatus. Life hasn't been kind lately, and I can't figure out how to move on from my recent book. No one seems to want to read my writing, so I am done with "I AM (wherever you are)." I hope to be struck with new inspiration in the future, and I hope to start my next book (and not get screwed over by my publisher), publish it, and hope it will bring greener pastures. But as of now, I've been stuck. And I need to get out. And there's no sign that my writing will yield any value for my life other than self-fulfillment. Hopefully I'll learn to appreciate the things I have now. But honestly, I wish I had more.