This will be my last post for a while. Nothing dramatic, merely going offline for bit. I may pop my head up from time to time on social media. Or maybe not.
I've said before that science fiction and fantasy saved my life when I was young. The genre gave me hope and a vision and a reason to go on when I was young and suffering more pain than I'd wish on anyone. The genre also gave me a dream of one day being a SF/F author myself.
But there comes a time when you realize your dream has become a rut. That your vision of the world has become your chain. That your love has crashed upon the rocks of despair and is sinking fast in a hurricane of cliches.
Sorry. Having some fun there. Leaving the melodrama aside, there comes a time in every person's life when what they create becomes a constant echo of what they've always created. When this time arrives, perhaps the best thing to do is to step aside and let the creative process go. In my case, that means putting aside the stories I've written and simply moving on.
I think this break will be temporary. But maybe it won't.
I want to thank everyone I've met in the SF/F genre. You're an exciting group of people with a needed vision of life. Keep it up. And thanks also to everyone who has enjoyed my stories. I hope to return with new stories one day.
In the meantime I plan to read more stories than I have in years. One downside of being an author is you never have the time to read all you wish to read. I plan to correct this. The SF/F stories which saved my life were the stories I read, not the stories I wrote. I'm curious to see if this still holds true.
Goodbye for a bit.