I have a bit of an announcement to make. I’m not sure exactly how to say this, except to just come right out and say it:
I’m not writing anymore.
Well, okay, I’m writing this blog post, but in the overall scheme of things I’m done. No more stories, no more characters, no more anything.
I’m sure the question on most of your minds is, “Why?”
And I’m not sure if I can explain it to you. The best way I can put it is that the desire to write was akin to a hole in my soul, something that demanded to be filled. I could turn my back on it for a while, but it was always there, always calling to me. And now its gone.
It didn’t happen all at once. I can’t pinpoint for you the exact moment the need to write disappeared or started to disappear. All I can tell you is that, for now, it’s gone.
It’s not that I don’t feel like writing. It’s that I don’t feel like being a writer.
It’s very strange in its way. I’ve been dedicated to this writing thing for more than five years now. But never in that time, no matter what inner pain or despair I felt did I ever feel the need to turn my back on the vocation that consumed me.
But it wasn’t pain that brought me to this place. In fact, its the exact opposite of pain. I feel content. I am happy to be as I am.
I can’t say whether the need to write will ever return to me again. If it does I will be content. If it does not I will be equally content.
But for now at least, this is goodbye. I wish all of you the very best. I hope all of you have the fortitude to reach your dreams and the good sense to know what those dream really are.
Write your stories and write them well. I’m looking forward to seeing what you all produce. Because if there’s one great benefit to this decision it is this:
I have all the time in the world, to read.