Here I am at the edge

 Beyond a joke I have to laugh; if I didn't laugh, I'd cry at my lack of sales. I keep getting reminders to fill in a tax form for my ebook sales from the USA. I ignore the demands because this year, as so many in the past decade, I earned less than $10 from my sales. This lack of interest in what I write is why I write infrequently on the blog, as far as I can tell it's only read by my friend, Julia, in Seattle.

  A double homicide This is not a "cheap gimmick" to get readers to my blog; while I stayed in Lac La Biche , Alberta , Canada , I did know a double murderer by the name of John (I can't recall his surname). John was an innuit, a native of Labrador who served 15 years for a double murder. The cause of his crimes was he came home one night to find his wife making love to his father; what man can stand that? After serving time, he traveled to Alberta, where he met and lived with a friend of my late friend, Faye. Though he'd paid for his crimes, John's life was over, and he turned to alcohol to hide his misery. It was with the aid of our friend, Jackie, he stayed a step away from becoming a total alcoholic; though it was hard for Jackie to control his addiction, she never stopped trying until she passed away in 2012. Within months of her demise, John died too.

 The Whiteout Theory For many years, I have applied the  Whiteout Theory to my writing . The term whiteout is used when all you can see is snow in front of you, and you move forward hoping to get clear with no reason other than to stop could be fatal. This is why I kept writing when ebook sales never happened; I used to hope that some would come, but alas, none did. An interesting byline is one of my late friend's daughters in Alberta , Canada , who used to joke about her mother not driving in the winter. Faye was elderly and had poor vision; it wasn't until her daughter, Patti, got trapped in a whiteout that she realized the horror of the situation. When Patti got home, it took her family two hours to free her hands from the steering wheel.

  The Case of Low Expectations It is hard for me to feel disappointed with my writing , for I have such low expectations for ebook sales  that to get less than I expect is impossible. The other way to look at the situation is I am easily amazed by the sales I do get as I never expect any sales.

  Que sera Christmas is over; as I expected, I had no e-book sales . I am neither upset nor saddened by the news, as it is no more than I expected.

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  Short-term memory loss For some time, I have noticed my s hort-term memory has failed me. I can hardly recall what I looked up on the internet last night, yet, I can rewrite my early short story selection from many years ago. I hope this is only a sign of age, as one of my aunts suffered dementia around my age;  however, she did become a widow at the time.  It is worrying as most of my mother's family, except for an uncle who died from cancer, lived until their mid-80, giving me another 15-20 years.