I’m currently debating a difficult choice as writer. I love my story and characters, but the obligation to write this story has become a painful compulsion to me, not something I do for pleasure anymore. It was always an obligation, but I enjoyed it once. Now, with my readership small and mostly silent and the scenes increasingly hard to wring out, it’s not fun anymore. This morning, I found myself unable to write for a self-indulgent Oblivion fanfic, out of guilt that I was not writing a chapter for Arc Two. I have a many-chapter buffer, but the compulsion is still there. On top of this, I’ve been fighting a seriously stressful two months and counting now, to the point that it’s taken a toll on my physical health. I don’t really know what to do.
I’m scared to lose the story thread if I step back, but at this point, I may have to. I might need to take a hiatus. I’ll still be present reblogging, and maybe even drawing. I just don’t know if I can or should keep writing like this. I haven’t decided yet, but I don’t like being stuck in this limbo. It’s as bad as not being able to write at all.














