It’s occurred to me that thanks to the reluctant writers of the ULA, who balked at my style of doing things, I’ve been forced to pick up my game as a writer, having no one but myself now to promote. I spent ten years neglecting my own writing, cranking out the occasional poem or zeen but not taking it seriously. I had all these “stars,” you see.
The past year I’ve focused on my own work– and on pushing my abilities. I don’t know how good my work ultimately is, or will be, but it’s significantly better than it was. My soon-enough-to-be-released novel isn’t perfect– nothing is– but it contains some very good things.