A recent blog post on a writing site to which I belong asked, why do we bother to write? What’s the point of it all?
Sometimes I look at my novel and at what beta readers have said about it, and I just want to chuck it and move on.
Then I see this – “Based on a survey we conducted of veterans who have returned from Afghanistan or Iraq, we estimate that more than 300,000 veterans — or 18.5 percent of those deployed since 2001 — now have PTSD or major depression….Only about half of veterans who currently need treatment for these conditions seek it, and just 30 percent of those in need of treatment receive minimally adequate care.” – and this – “armed Iraq War veteran suspected of killing a Mount Rainier National Park ranger” – and read this – Aftershock: The Blast That Shook Psycho Platoon.
And this pops up on Twitter:
And I get a comment like this one – “The PTSD of the [Lone Wolf] MC lead is poigniant [sic] and it’s disturbing that so many vets go through this.”
And I think, dang it, I gotta at least try to get this sucker published.