Ah, unrealistic/highly romanticised ideals, my old friends...

As is apparent, it has been a while since my last post. I would like to say that life has been standing in my way, holding me back from all progress on this not-so-epic quest to self realisation, but if I did I would be lying. Yes, life has made it difficult, robbing me of time and energy, but the complete lack of motivation is not life's fault, it is my own. 

I think it is safe to say that Short Fiction and it's many subgenres is not my thing. With five Short Fiction subgenres left to explore (55 Fiction, Drabble, Flash, Microfiction, Pinhead) I found myself unable to dedicate time to any of them, found myself unable to care enough...

I find Short Fiction too limited, to fixed for me. I want to write, unhindered by the constrains of world limit or the convention of a twist ending. I want to to swept away by an idea and be able to go as far as I can with it without worrying if I've gone too far. At this point in this experiment, the only thing I know for certain is that I don't want to feel like the genre is holding me back. 

It is for this reason that I'm going to shut the door on Short Fiction and focus on another genre and it's subgenres. I haven't quite decided which yet, but will (wankily) let my heart decide. 

A new genre, a new adventure, a new reason to greet the world with excitement, wonder and awe. 

Here's hoping I learn something...