I know I'm not the only one feeling this way about my writing. A fellow horror writer on Facebook just said pretty much the same thing about his own aspirations since it's harder for him to reach his goals now than when he was younger. One commenter pointed out that maybe when he was younger he set the bar for his goals too low. I wonder if that could be my problem. I used to be happy simply being published. Now, I want to be published by bigger, better houses, get lots of great reviews, get huge sales, and eventually win awards. Not only is a lot of that out of my hands, it's harder to achieve. I have accomplished the first of those goals for the most part but not the others. Not yet. Maybe I just need time. In the meantime, I have no desire to write at all.
In the meantime, I will continue to watch this video, which I can't watch and be unhappy at the same time. It's Cab Calloway and the Nicolas Brothers doing Jumpin' Jive. This is said to be the greatest dance number ever recorded, and I sure agree with that. Get those happy feet moving!