I mentioned to Chad and Christa that I had two works of written fiction hosted at a website. I’m not gonna link you because, frankly, nobody but me and one other person here would have any interest in reading them and I’m not particularly proud of having written them.
Back in the day, I was actually a decent children’s fantasy author. Likewise, I did a bit of hard sci-fi in high school that wasn’t terrible. But recently I got the itch to write again. This time I wrote from personal experience. And that’s why I can’t write anymore. Most of the best examples of this category of fiction are written by women. There are legitimate reasons for this. But, at least for me, at this point in time, I have no more to write without that interactive experience of a shared story. Perhaps I’ll write more of it someday. Perhaps not. Either way,
QUIT ASKING ME TO LINK IT! Like I said, I’m not proud of it. I’ve been told it’s decent but shows my inexperience with the subject matter. Granted some find it refreshing that someone is able to write honestly from a naïve perspective, but again, no. No linky. Sorry, peoples. (Trust me, you wouldn’t want to read it anyway.)