ISFAB is the Indie Sci-Fi Fantasy Author Battle. I entered. 100 books were entered and 40 were chosen to move forward.

Mine was not one of those.

AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGH.

I’m sorry but, no. I do not understand. I just don’t.

I’m really disappointed. I thought I would at least make it to round 2. No. Og-Grim-Dog: The Three-Headed Ogre made it. Sorrowfish did not. Og-Grim-Dog: The Three-Headed Ogre might be a lovely and compelling book. Really. But I am questioning whether or not my standards are the same as those of the judges.

It’s all subjective.

But yes. Being cancelled on Facebook and Twitter, and now this, has gotten to me. A big part of me honestly just wants to give up.

ETA: ok. I dreamed last night my mom died (I’m a little worried about her DNA being changed because she received the COVID vaccine!) and I woke up to the contest. Lack of contest. I got discouraged and I should not have. I’m sorry.

The thing is, I’m here for the long haul. I’m here even if no one finds me. lol. I’m here whether anyone reads, or not. I’m here. (Hinneni.)

I also don’t want to only post when things go well. I don’t want to be fake. I want to be honest. Even when it isn’t fun. I’m going to be real.