“Now its time for so long...”
It's time, peeps. It's been a long time coming, and I've put it off for as long as I could. But it's time.
Time to say goodbye to Prose.
It's been fun. Truly. But I never focused on building my presence on here as much as I should have or would have liked to. If I was already an established writer, I'd like to think that things would've been different. I would've loved to do challenges on here every week, or a post a day. But I can't.
For a long time, I had this notion that anything I wrote needed to be something that I could a) market and b) showcase. That was the intent of this page originally: to be a portfolio of sorts for my writing. As my writing journey progressed, my goals changed. I moved away from prose, thinking that the problem was my weak writing, and hoping I would be able to find better, or indeed any success, in other mediums I tried screenwriting and I tried comics. The fact you don't know my name from Adam should give you a hint as to how my forays into those mediums turned out.
Disappointed and tired, I put the pen/laptop down for a bit. Did some good ol fashioned soul searching. And at the end of it all, surprise surprise, I found myself back at the beginning.
The deep desire to see my name on the cover of a novel I wrote in a store shelf somewhere...That desire never left me. So I jumped on the wagon again.
Its been an uphill battle, writing a prose novel again after five years (I've written plenty of other things in the meantime, but not a novel). I had forgotten how daunting of a task it truly is. That last novel, I finished in a month. Day in, day out, I wrote like my life depended on it. I had quit a perfectly good job, and I doubted my decision and my skill with every word I typed and every paragraph I struggled to complete. I was hungry then. I wanted my name in lights, so to speak. But more than that, I had a hole in my heart that I desperately wanted to fill. I thought success as a writer would fill that void in me.
Now, five years older, with a handful of more wrinkles and more than a handful of grey hairs on my head, I no longer have that void. I'm no longer as hungry as I was then. But that yearning, that longing, is still there.
And so, though life gets in the way, I continue to go up that hill. Sadly, that trek doesn't leave much room for Prose anymore.
Thus, we come to the end of my journey on this weird little site. To everyone who ever took time out of their day to read my words, from the bottom of my heart...Thank You. I'll be tagging most of you, just to make sure you all see this post. But come the end of the month, this site will self-destruct.
Though I don't use it much, and Lord only knows how much longer it will stay afloat, I do have a twitter, if you'd like to follow that (https://twitter.com/E_R_RBane)
To all who remain here, I wish you the very best of luck on your journeys. I know its tough, but keep going. No matter how many times you stumble or fall, get back up. Doesn't matter how long you stay down, and believe me they'll be plenty of times when you'll want to stay there a long time, just make sure you get back up. Always.