How Does it Feel?

Publishing with a retail publisher with the resources to widely disseminate the particular kind of story that comes out of my head is the whole thing for me. At this point in time, too many people are reading what comes down to TV-show-like stories that jack a reader’s insides all around with disquieting, rapid-fire, often distorted human behaviors generally directed at something that isn't illucidating to living. The reader comes away just having spent a lot of time, but nothing to carry forward in the heart that contains a modicum of hope, or of reason for psycho-repose. What I write is meant to cause people to like what they read only because of how the story made them FEEL. That's all. You bet I fail. People's personal histories are too diverse. I love to hear them. I love to imagine, in a story, what didn't get said when they were telling me what happened to them. See, most people get too much painful stuff spit in their faces. After they squeegee it off and are home alone, maybe they might pick up a story I wrote and later fall asleep feeling like it might, maybe gonna be OK.🤪