Notes From Management

GREETINGS FROM 18-12-2018

HELLO, ANYONE STILL PAYING ATTENTION.

I have accidentally taken an extended break from writing and in that time, have lost interest and ability in finishing the two existing works I had on here. They're gone now, no need to go looking for them.

Due to a bit of an internal struggle I've been having of late, I've found it hard to write anything at all. Even keeping a journal of my day. Yeah. It's been rough.

During my struggles and experiments these past few years, I've come to realise a few things concerning my writing- or rather attempts thereat.

Firstly, I can't cope with a full length novel. I could as a kid and in my early teens, but quality? Not the best. I'm just not ready to wield the pen/keyboard like that yet. So I've decided to be a bit kinder and stricter with myself- I've decided to try my hand at short stories. One a week. Built up around a random prompt of course, like the creative writing essays I used to have to do in high school. But with characters from the same universe. Like a soapie. Maybe someday I can even string the individual stories together into an actual novel with an actual point to it. But not yet.

Secondly -and more painfully- , I realised that although I adore the genres I tried to write, I couldn't necessarily write those genres. Fantasy and science fiction and paranormal fiction are the genres I teethed my brain on. They're so very dear to me. Which is why it saddens me to admit that I can't write these genres to save my life. It's like how you could love the blues but have a voice for metal. Similarly, I love fantasy and sci-fi, but I have a pen for (get this) humour, romance, and contemporary. You take ONE philosophy class and you think you know things.

Finally, thirdly -and perhaps the hardest to swallow- : I'm just not all that creative. Maybe we're all born with a creativity reserve and every bright idea you have drains some of it. The rest has to be hard work and dedication to producing something worthwhile. Nobody told me this, because I poured creativity into ALL OF THE THINGS and now I have like a few creative drops left over. Seriously, it's so hard to come up with something entirely original anymore. You feel like you're always ripping someone off with every sentence. And it leaves a really bitter taste in your throat and a nasty feeling on your brain and in your stomach.

Anyway, I've bitched and moaned enough.

Thank you, if you have made it up to this point.

I don't know when I'll be starting this new pet project (if I'll even be starting it) so I guess this is just the forecast of something that may or may not happen. Think of me as a bad weatherman.