Every writer wants to write, sure. But frankly, what every writer really wants is to be published. To be read. And after publishing over a dozen stories between 2015 and 2017, it was really difficult to pull up stakes and wander into the dark woods alone, essentially taking 2018 off from the short form, knowing it would mean no new stories for at least a year, and maybe more. And it’s scary, and dark, and frankly damn lonely in those woods. Bring a light.
What had seemed awesome was suddenly not awesome. What seemed like a cool, gracious, supportive online community became contentious, battering, hateful.
I wanted to step away. I wanted to, maybe, forget the whole thing and go back to screenwriting. Better the sharks you know, I figured.
Instead, I wrote.
