I will, most likely, no longer be writing poetry... freeverse poetry, that is. When I was 17, when I first began writing, I enjoyed it because it was rather undisciplined and I could do as I pleased with it. But honestly, I stopped enjoying it two years ago. I don’t like to write unless it is a character piece and, most of the time, I have to be prodded to write it and won’t write freeverse unless a rounds contest makes me do it (like X Factor. How many times did I write decent freeverse? None.) Prose is my forte.
What I’ve realised is that I am wasting quite a lot of time on useless, mediocre poetry I don’t even enjoy writing. I mean, it’s better than most of the shit on AP, but it’s not my personal best, you know? I like rhyming and will try my hand at different forms (it’s a goal of mine to write an Elizabethan-style sonnet sequence), but mainly I’ll be writing prose. And I will probably not post it here. What I’ve realised, most of all, is that I am pretty good at storytelling and prose in general – not to sound conceited – and will be working on my novels. It is also one of my life goals to write a literary masterpiece and, as pretentious and conceited as that also sounds, I feel that it’s entirely possible.
I do not have all the time in the world. I’m young and talented and feel that the talents I do have should go into something that I like doing— writing novels. I am not anywhere near my potential, as I am still an amateur, but I think if I want to do it, if I can do it better than my peers can, that I will do it. Literature has been in a sorry state for quite a while and I should like to remedy that, if possible.
I will remove my serious pieces on here after a while. It would be nice to publish someday and overturn the tide of utter shit that makes it to bookstores, but the general populace likes what it likes and I will live in a box in Caernarfon with a Great Dane and a year’s supply of tinned carrots, and I’ll be much happier if hardly anyone likes my work anyways. And I’ll be much happier if I have a Great Dane. I love those dogs. I will not actively seek publication, nor will I self-publish, so don’t ask . If, for some misguided and inexplicable reason, someone approaches me with an offer of publication, I will most likely reject it. My writing may disappear for a few years, but when it does return to the sight of other people’s eyes, it should be twenty times better.
I’m working on a short story right now—namely, Wentliane , which I plan to someday translate into Welsh, and will continue working on Amelia Webb . Dead of Sleep is undergoing total revision. I may post the former here, as it might end up online anyways.
Anyway, I’ll be around to read your poetry now and then. I have made some amazing friends on this site and right now I’d never dream of leaving completely because I adore you guys. But as a writer, as an aspiring professional, this site is distracting and 99.999% of the “poetry” on here is not worth anyone’s time. I’m growing up [both in what I am capable of writing and perhaps emotionally, as I’m trying rather hard not to be scathing and bitter to other writers on here, or other writers in general] and it’s time for me to begin my life’s work, which is rather detailed so I’ll shut up and not talk about it that much. Plus I’m working on a thesis; I’ll never be satisfied if I don’t enter the writing world at least once as a serious academic. Yeah, I’m still a kid and I’m attempting a book of Shakespearean criticism, but it makes me happy and keeps me relatively sober.
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Please remain on facebook? That way, even though you're going to reach your dreams, we can still talk and you won't forget about me? ~selfish~ 
