Hiya Folks,

Sins of My Father” has moved into the unleashed category.

Since the story has been read nearly 10k times but generated limited feedback (online and off), I haven’t decided whether I’ll continue the story.

The numbers don’t add up. What’s the point of pouring yourself into something folks can be bothered to even acknowledge exist?

As mentioned before, IRE authors give of themselves and ask little in return. Sure, they love their vocation but that doesn’t make the lack of feedback any less disheartening. Positive or negative, feedback is feedback.

Imagine you’re hosting a slap-up dinner with all the trimmings – it's taken you months to plan. You've slaved over the menu, bullied venders, tossed and turned, plotted and planned for the perfect evening.

That night, all your guests arrive – hell, they even invite some of their friends. No worries. You’ve made enough for everyone. Things are looking great!


At the end of the night, the guests gulp the last of your good wine, grab some leftovers, collect their coats, and leave. No thank you. No ‘This sucked!’. No eye contact. No nothing. Just walked the hell out!


Let the gifs reflect your reactions:

At first...



Then...



Your best friend's reaction...



You're depressed BIG TIME! Self-doubt takes hold...



Fast forward two months...
You no longer sleep in the fetal position...you're back on solid foods...you've combed your hair. At the market, you run into a total stranger who raves about your party and demands you have another one with them on the guests list.

You'd be like...



That’s exactly how it feels every time an author sees their numbers increase without the corresponding feedback. Two things inextricably happen: They ask themselves why even try. Then self-doubt creeps in. It bloody sucks because they deserve better.


This post may piss off a few readers but I regret nothing! I stand with my authors – I know what they are going through – this has gotten ridiculous.





Moving on....