Remembrance of days past.

I am a reader now.

The English title of Marcel Proust's seven-book magnum opus is a fitting title to how I feel about my writing.

I am not writing again, there is no point in me spending months on a book that either I end up asking so little for that I may as well give away, or writing a book that nobody will read.

The dream is over for me since my school days I thought I may be able to sell a few stories, but I was living a lie and chasing rainbows.