This is part two of my writing crisis, and it has taken a dark turn. To catch up, scroll down to my previous post. It might make sense.
My White Wedding reduction and reconstruction is not going well. There's nothing wrong with the story, as far as I can see, but the writer is rarely the best judge of their own work. As I scrutinize scenes, storylines, and chapters, I'm at a loss on what to cut and what to keep. It's frustrating and demotivating. When that happens, I must step away.
It's not a lack of desire to write. It's the reading and writing the same shit over and over. I begin to doubt myself and wonder if readers have the same experience. This is just more of the same crap, and it's getting old. Or, maybe I'm being too self-critical, always a problem for me. I am my harshest critic. Maybe there's nothing wrong, and it's all in my head, but I don't believe that.
As far as my issues with Wattpad stats and lack of reader disengagement go, your inability to offer the tiniest, effortless clicks, I asked myself: What would Joe do?
He'd probably be dick about it and choose a path that amuses him and vexes the reader. One of the traits I gave Joe is his tendency to annoy his audience, only to win them back with his performance. That's my plan. I'm going to play through my crisis in confidence like Joe would, with middle-finger defiance, but still getting the job done.
Remember when Lit mods annoyed me by not publishing chapters? I had to resubmit after a week of no approval. I couldn't stay on my schedule because I didn't have publishing power. Wattpad gave me that power, and now I'm going to use it.
Do you remember opening your laptop in the morning while your coffee or tea brewed, hopeful that a new chapter would land on Literotica? Readers had no clue what was coming or when. This blog did not exist to update readers. There was no schedule you could depend on. I tried to post a new part every other day, but the mods would throw a wrench into my plan. Days passed without chapters, and readers were disappointed each morning.
That's my new publishing plan, to meter chapters with no rhyme or reason. I'm the new dickhead moderator, and I don't give a damn. I give you thousands of hours of writing, millions of words, and you can't even click on a button? I don't owe you a damn thing.
To the very few who make that small effort of clicking buttons or even commenting, I'm sorry you'll be unfairly subjected to my new bad attitude. I know who you are. I appreciate your effort.
Also, I'm phasing out the emails I send announcing books. You know where I am. If you can't make the minimum effort to check in at this blog or Wattpad, I don't care if you miss out on my free shit. Yeah, it's shit, but it's my shit, and I will do what I want with it.
If this offends you. Go buy a book.