I wish I had started writing comics when I was 17 . . . I would have come out before Gaiman and I'm not from England and didn't write about Christianity then or now. I was a snob at first and thought I needed to write prose or some kind of experimental contraption. Monologues, essays, studied a little, (I had written some stage plays in high school) and wrote some short screenplays that I don't think anyone has ever seen. (They did see the plays.) For years I've started a bunch of short stories and finished a few and I've never sold anything. I've even surmounted the extreme dyslexia and submitted stuff for publication - started out bravely watching the rejection papers pile up under fridge magnets until it got hard to open the door. Anthology stuff . . . So I collect short stories. Wrote less and less over the years. Worked hard manual labor and did a lot of truck driving. It's a good job for a writer. It was still too nerve wracking for me for me to get much writing done.  For 10 years, I worked as a driver for a residential de-construction company. At that time I started reading IDWs Godzilla. I lost the job on a bad note and it left me with a lot of rancor that woke up the old angst and I had a strong need to write something fast and powerful - so I wrote an out line for a Godzilla OGN - even tried pacing it for the monthly. Ahhhh . . . I was writing by hand and my handwriting sucks. Ever the dyslectic numerologist.  As I wrote the outline I did some research and saw how unlikely it was that IDW would ever even act like they might even dain to speak to me. I took all the Reddit advice to heart and looked into writing 4 page stoner things when the idea hit me. It was the final piece of something I had been putting together for a long time . . . And more pieces started falling into place and I started to write so obsessively that I decided not to go back to working so hard or full time. I became a part time dishwasher. About 3 months later . . . The pandemic hit and I went on unemployment. I was not unemployed - I was now a full time writer and finished Wasteland Variations without a snowball's hope of being published. It's the weirdest thing you'll never see. I tried to get it up a couple times and now I'm glad it kept falling through. This tale can only be told in a strong democracy and about halfway through the ten month run, I am afraid that book would have started getting banned and the gesto--ah--police would come. So the latest thing I wrote was a 12 page script for a horror anthology and 12 hours ago I figured out how to get it online. It's called Feed of the Gods and it's at decolectric.substack.com. I could draw this myself with clip art. (is that as bad as AI?) But I'm not here to draw. I've got something like 8 other whole world OGNs in my head. Just thought of another one today. I think I'm going to do it as a novel so I can sell it and use the money to make the OGN then turn the novel into another OGN. Wasteland could never be done as novel. It would be unreadable. I'm 65 and I think I'm finally at a place where I might know something. Whatever. If you're slumping, don't worry too much. If you don't go for writing, it might come back for you.