Shattered

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I am a horrible author.

...

That's all I hear in my head now. I feel compelled to write, to have others know my thoughts through stories I've crafted after hundreds of hours of research and writing... and re-writing... and editing... and then finally after 3 years of sitting on these stories, I let the people in my life convince me that they're actually good and that I'm an author and a good writer.

They were wrong.

Not only did my four novels go quietly unnoticed by the majority of readers, when I finally posted up a story that grabbed people's attention, all it did was piss everyone off. This all says to me that I was right all along...

I am a horrible author.

I must truly suck at communicating via the written word if not only do my stories go either unnoticed or hated, but in the process of explaining one I manage to insult a reader without even knowing how I did it. That doesn't just make me a bad writer...

I am a bad human being.

I now have a choice. I can just give up, never post any of my mule-puke ever again, but leave the few stories I have written available for the few people that may, for some reason that defies understanding actually think it doesn't suck, or I can do the world a favor and have Erin take them down so I'm not inflicting my garbage on new victims/readers.

One thing is for certain though... I'm done writing. It hurts too much thinking that I hurt someone's feelings and didn't even know how. If I did it once, I'll do it again... because I can't see it coming. I was totally blind-sided by the reaction to The Wisher's Paradox. I actually think that it's a good story... which just means that I obviously don't belong here. I probably don't belong anywhere. I won't be leaving comments anymore either, because I might accidentally hurt someone again... but since I can't help myself from commenting when I see a point of view not being expressed, I'll need to just not come here anymore. Honestly, I think I won't be missed, and in point of fact most people here will be glad to see me go. Nobody really gives a shit about my comments anyway.

I'm just a voice crying in the wilderness.

So... let me have it. Here... in public... not hiding behind PMs or email. Tell everyone here what you REALLY think about my crap writing and whether it should be deleted or not. I don't care anymore. It hurts too much.

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