Publishing is a demanding and unforgiving, yet an invisible and thankless job. Despite all that, I love what I do. In all honesty, I really do. But lately, there have been changes. A seismic shift. And I am pushed to a fork road where neither paths work in my favour. At first I thought this was going to be a temporary thing but I have since come to realize that I am running after a non-existing goal now. I feel like a lost cause.