Sorry, I have the habit of being wishy-washy when life becomes such a living nightmare that being vague is the only way to NOT sound bratty, which those who know me get how hard I struggle with this, but onward to the point.
2011, in short, was not the leap forward I wanted it to be, it was yet another transitional year, with little “New” writing to show for it, and the reason is simple, fear made me do something stupid. Stop.
Why’d my writing decline so much? The reasons are too numerous to contain in a reasonable length, but it’s these two that are most important-
1. Belittling my “Best”
Anyone’s who been at this craft awhile knows what I’m talking about, even those who say “Writer’s block is a babyish excuse to not write” have times when you feel like there’s no middle ground between writing with regularity and submitting your best work. Freelancers/journalists with “deadlines” I’m talking to YOU.
2. Fun became a “Four-letter Word”
As writers, we always tell each other, and get told often how our best writing comes from being passionate about what we write, and exceptions to the rule aside, shoehorning market needs too tightly into our stories simply creates more problems than they solve.
Since most who read this blog want to published, this presents a minefield of confusion a contradictions, and part of my long hiatus comes from a transition I’m going through. Since I couldn’t find success with my first love, I experimented with other types of writing, and yet wasn’t getting any