I've been sick all weekend, and looking at what I've done with Shattered Guardian so far makes me wonder why I still bother even trying to write.

Sure, I've got to finish squeezing the turd out before I can polish it, but the effort just doesn't seem worthwhile.

I'm almost forty, I've been trying to write this shitty science fantasy epic while working full time since I was 18 and being a good partner since I was 22, and I feel burned out.