Each day he wakes with the urge to write more stories, and each day he ends up thinking “Why should I bother?”
It isn’t writer’s block, for he has so many stories to tell he needed a file on his laptop to track the ideas.
Nor is it the lack of money he earns from sales of his work that kills the urge.
What kills the urge is the lack of sales tell him nobody cared what he wrote, and beg the question would he be missed if he didn’t write again?
Every day, he answers the question with the same reply – “No, I won’t be missed!”
If only those years of drinking German beer hadn’t made him alcohol-intolerant, he could reach for the bottle in the cupboard and drown his sorrows.