My experiences this year have taught me that I’m getting too old and I need to sell simpler books for non-fiction because long books definitely don’t work out for readers. My book ended-up being too bloated and any sharing I did online didn’t work out. Sometimes, I wonder why I bother and end-up in a very negative pattern which I always seem to force myself to persevere through. At this point, I’m becoming doubtful as it all just feels like a self-delusion and not a success. Success being reinterpreted as different things always felt to me like people just lied to themselves, but maybe that helps calm to bitterness of failure.