Things That I Think About and Have Decided to Write Down for Pretty Much No Reason

 Yet again, there is a fair bit of freedom here knowing that there is no audience. In hindsight, I think that may be one of my biggest problems. Rather, the lack of any need or desire for attention. If I really needed attention, I would seek it out desperately to the point that I lost the ability to be creative. Or maybe not, I don't know. But I feel that I know this pretty good about myself. When people are around and I can tell that they're watching, I do things for them. Does that make sense?

Looking over my last blog, I was actually getting some views and tried to make it more interesting and readable accordingly. Most of the views were probably generated from bots, because there really wasn't any engagement going on, but even so, I did things to keep my audience happy, rather than really expressing myself. Without any illusion of an audience, I don't feel the need to do that anymore. No one to dance for. No reason to be a monkey. It's nice, really.

At some point, I'll try to build up an audience again, and I'm really not sure how I'm planning to do that.

Also, I've been thinking that I'm going to branch out a bit into some easier genres. At least see what the competition looks like. In general, self publishing is a hard road no matter what you're writing. But I might create some pen names and try my hand at erotica or romance or romantasy. Get the horny broads all worked up about some oiled stud. Should be easy as fuck. No form of writing is ever truly easy, but, as I've found with LitRPG, I do better if it isn't my favorite thing. Does that make sense? No? It doesn't? I'm just a crazy motherfucker? Ah. Glad we got that cleared up.

I tend to overthink things (nah, really?) and if it's my favorite genre, the quality of writing gets worse. Sounds weird, but it actually makes sense. If I'm enjoying it more, I'm really going to get into it. I'm going to do the fuck out of it, because I'm enjoying it. In writing, this gives me a The Stars Now Unclaimed situation. Probably some cool shit in that book if homeslice would just shut the fuck and let us read it instead of bogging us down with every word he can find in his thesaurus.

Like I said, I do the same. Not to the end of dragging more innocent words into it, but to the degree that I add too much. I can feel myself doing it. Which is actually a good thing because, if I can tell that I'm doing it, I can stop myself too. Haven't gotten there yet, but I'm close. I feel like I'm doing much better with this new one, but I still see myself having to aggressively cut back the words. And that's okay. It's part of editing.