I was going to write about my angst as a writer today. About the fact, you face rejection every time you send out a query, or pitch to an agent, or enter a contest. That people seem to think putting together 100,000 words is easy, and if only they had the time to write a book they would. That sometimes I don’t know why I write, I just do because it’s something I can’t stop.

Then I woke up this morning and realized that today is independence day back home in Saint Vincent and the Grenadines.

So I decided, Hell if it’s independence day who the hell cares about the angst I do what I do. I write and I’ll keep writing until I reach my goal and beyond. To hell with those who think it’s OK to belittle me or condescend to me. It’s my independence day as well.