So, in my writing as Vicki L. Weavil (and V. E. Lemp) I I have been chasing intangibles for some time. Things like approval, fame (even if limited), success, and the like.
Now is the time to stop.
I have lost all sense of fun, excitement, and enjoyment in my writing. It has become a chore and something that brings me frustration and pain instead of joy.
I have decided to focus my professional writing in one area (another penname, another life) and allow everything else to be what it should be — exploration, experimentation, play, fun, and individual expression.
ART, damn it. Art. Maybe poor, pitiful art, but MINE.
No more concern over marketing, reviews, sales, and the like. No more.
I will still write. Maybe even more than before. But I will not be doing it for the wrong reasons (the wrong reasons for ME, anyway). This writing will be like my poetry — to play with words and meaning. To express things I need to express. To explore inner thoughts and share observations.
I will not become famous. I will not make a lot of money.
And I will no longer care about those things.
Instead, I will allow myself the freedom of expression to say what I want to say.
No one has to listen. No one has to give me their approval.
I only ask for one thing — the space to be me.