Sunny
I walked about two sections thinking it would be faster than the train because I was going in a straight line, but it was a complete failure. It was unexpectedly long and I was exhausted.
It’s been three months since I restarted NOTE. I’ve been posting every day and doing my best to get my Kindle published, and I’m pretty beat.
Maybe there is no straight line in the world of literature. I think it’s a detour, but I’m sure the train is faster.
By fast, I mean getting into the mainstream. In other words, taking the high road. To win a prize in a publisher’s contest, to be published in print, and to be recognized.
Originally, I wanted to digitize my past works as a way of living out my life, but as I thought, if my works are not read too often, they will simply end up like gravestones deep in the mountains. I decided that it was okay to do so, but a gravestone deep in the mountains is still a gravestone deep in the mountains. It would be covered in the feces of the mountain glass.
But I didn’t have the energy or courage to go to the literary flea market with a smile on my face.
Well, on a day like this, I guess I’ll have to slow down and go to bed.
Looking at the pampas grass I feel affectionate.
