I’ve always regarded myself as a storyteller. Now I have my doubts. I sent a few short stories to an editor and he never got back. At first he was eager and smooth. He received the material and vanished.
Anyway, I don’t feel rejected. I love my stories. I know that I should work more, but the reality is that I don’t have the time. Maybe one day I will. For now I have to sell words to whoever has the money to pay for them. Apparently, I do better for myself by collecting news and analyzing them. Ghostwriting is also a good job. Those words pay me in a month what I wouldn’t probably achieve in 2 or 3 years as a writer.