I'm sad to see you have to let this go, but if it's for a good cause...
puts down a little shoe
I'm not sure what you mean by that, but I assume it was kindly meant, for which I thank you.
Yeah that's bad. I am hoping that she's just here because Kari's... I suppose I should say "former flame", because he burned her a lot, sold his soul to find her again and hear her true feelings or something. If he was gonna fall in love he shouldn't have done all the rape and and murder. Or like, done something substantive about it besides an empty, if apparently heartfelt apology. I bet if he destroyed the Mystic Path and at least tried to reverse the many, many wrongs he's committed, she could possibly not be trying to kill him right about now. I dunno about reciprocating his feelings or anything, that'd require more amends than he has left in his lifespan, but he might be able to work his way up to chilly silence on the other side of a room.
He's supposed to come across as creepy, entitled, and self-righteous. Despite all of the horrible things he's done, he very much believes that he's in the right.
So uh, between this, and what happened with A Hedge Maze Is You... I actually think this is a really bad idea, in the long term. Chandagnac, forgive me if I'm wrong, but as far as I can tell... you have periodic episodes of severe depression, which understandably makes you not want to write, but then you force yourself to write anyway, which makes things worse, until you completely burn out and then do something like this, which you regret later. And then you come out of your depressive episode, and have to live with the consequences of everything you did during it, which probably just makes you feel worse? I think I've said it before, the last time you were burning yourself out from depression on this quest: Go on hiatus. Come back when you are feeling better... and if that takes months or years, or doesn't ever happen at all, so be it. Retcon this last chapter away if you think it is necessary, but don't do the "sudden and unsatisfying conclusion" thing again. Or even if you think you can salvage this extremely jarring and sudden escalation out of nowhere into cool interesting plot points for the story... don't do it right away, go on hiatus anyway. This break you are planning, whether it is temporary or permanent... take it now, not after another few updates. Both for your readers, and more importantly, for yourself. So you don't end up looking back on it with shame later like you seem to for the ending of AHMIY.
All right, I've made some changes.
However, everything I included in the above chapter was something I wanted to include in the story sooner or later. For a long time, I've thought about having Fyralio Belusk appear out of seemingly nowhere to confront Kari/Samaya. It would give her an opportunity to take revenge, Elys could help her with it, and it would tie the Mystic Path back into the story (since Belusk is a known associate of theirs). Also, I wanted Elys to have a chance to talk and debate with one of the Demon Lords in circumstances that wouldn't most likely get her killed; Zhordros/Tondemonai Zhordra is a tempter and a trickster who would probably want to try to persuade Elys and her friends around to her point of view rather than just slaughtering them outright, so… Well, anyway, I thought all of these ideas had potential. But I agree that this isn't the best time to start cramming in extra plotlines, especially since the current story arc is already overstuffed.
I think the root cause of the problem is that I don't actually want to be a quest writer: I want to write fantasy novels. However, I find it difficult to write more than a few thousand words without constant feedback and encouragement. I get bored and discouraged too easily. When I started
A Hedge Maze Is You it was as a substitute for what I really wanted to do, the stories I really wanted to tell: I thought to myself, "Oh well, maybe I'll never write an actual novel, but at least I can do this." I was gratified when my writing seemed to be fairly popular and attracted hundreds of readers. It made me feel like my novels could be successful if I ever got around to writing them. But now I don't even have that.
And then, when I got depressed and screwed up, I destroyed everything I'd worked so hard to build. But – oh well –
The Tinpot Princess and Her Many Travels had a few fans. I could console myself with that. However, after numerous hiatuses and attempts to restart this series with a new thread title or a new protagonist, I feel like I've lost almost all of the readers I ever had. The only reason why I'm still writing this, why I've been writing this for as long as I have, is because I don't want to let down the last handful of loyal readers who've stayed with me all this time. Ugh, I feel wretched and ungrateful about saying this, but… I can't go on like this. I've had enough. I don't want to be a quest master anymore.
I think it was a mistake to bring this series back from hiatus in the first place. I should have just let it be quietly forgotten, instead of repeatedly kicking this dead horse.
I am not a fast writer. I spend ages agonizing over my writing. You may be surprised by that, considering how clichéd and repetitive my writing can be, especially if you've noticed how often my characters sigh or shake their heads or nod or 'raise a curious eyebrow' and so on. I guess I don't have enough confidence in my dialogue to let it speak for itself without having my characters accompany it with a whole pantomime of different gestures. Often, it's easier to stop altogether than to keep agonizing over it. I see other writers on this board who've written 100,000 words in a couple of months and I'm like… "How on earth did they manage that?"
Worse than that, there's something wrong with my brain. In the past year, I've twice had a seizure and been taken to hospital. And I keep having brief episodes where I feel like I'm remembering something important – a dream, or story, or half-forgotten secret – and I feel sick and dizzy while I'm trying to remember, but after only a few moments it's gone.
I used to think that if I could just write down what I was thinking about in those moments of sickness and dizziness while I was half-remembering something, I would be able to make sense of it. However, twice in the past few days, I've grabbed a pen and paper during a couple of these episodes, and I've managed to write down what I was thinking about at the time, and then afterwards I realised that what I'd written down was a string of random nonsense words: 'deluge', 'pristine', 'huntmastery', 'pristine*,' 'escapology**', 'buying' and 'sets'. I don't know what's going on there. For whatever reason, I'm not firing on all cylinders.
*Yes, I wrote 'pristine' twice. Dunno why.
**Somehow, while I was in that dizzy state, I managed to spell 'escapology' correctly, despite the circumstances and the fact that I seem to find the word difficult; I've twice tried to write it as 'escapatology' while I've been writing this post.
It's especially terrifying for me because, for most of my life, my intellect has been the only part of me that I've felt was worth anything. I've always been an ugly, weedy little goblin, but at least I got decent grades in most subjects at school and college. Oh, I realise and accept that there are plenty of people who are smarter than me, wittier and funnier, more insightful, with better deductive reasoning, more able to solve puzzles and mysteries that I'm just too impatient to spend any time on, less inclined to take things at face value, less prone to making silly mistakes, and so on. It was enough to
not be worthless. And now, I…
I'm going to end this here. Goodbye, everyone.