I've killed the zombie blog again but have maintained my Wattpad writing links, separated by genre and numbered in publishing order. Since zombies are, by definition, the undead, I cannot predict if this blog will rise again.
I'm not done writing. I will always write for my personal entertainment. Two decades ago, I began writing because I could no longer read without falling asleep. Many years later, I still cannot read more than ten pages of a novel before my eyes get droopy and I begin dozing off. I'm not claiming a handicap, but it feels like one. New reading glasses did not help.
Oddly, I don't have that experience when writing. Putting words on a page has the opposite effect. I can write for hours and hours because my brain is working while I create. I believe reading is passive, writing is active, and my brain and body respond accordingly.
That's why I write, and I will continue to create characters and stories for myself. That's why I call my work self-indulgent. It's all about what interests me, the creator, with little or no regard for the reader, because for years there were no readers.
I didn't publish a word until 2021; my Literotica series was the first work I shared. My publishing experience is mixed, occasionally rewarding, and often frustrating. Whether I continue sharing my work, publishing to Wattpad, or any other platform, is up in the air.
I have considered dropping short stories on Lit again, not a series, because the moderation process is maddening. I'm also thinking of trying other sites, as Wattpad also has limitations that diminish my enjoyment of the sharing process.
The future is unwritten. I can't predict what will happen, only that I will continue writing for myself. One benefit of creating is its effect on the brain. Apparently, writing is an excellent tool for combating cognitive decline. Writing is my therapy.