As people have probably noticed, my writing has slowed down since when I started this story about a year ago. At that time, I was in a position in my life where I was able to just constantly write and brain storm for the first couple months until I eventually found a new place of employment. It slowed down gradually after that until it is where is now, but the more recent poor upload times from me are due to a combination of that as well as good old depression rearing its ugly head.
I am going to finish this arc of the story at the very least, and I may take a break from writing and stuff all together to attempt to actually get my head right instead of pretending like it'll just eventually get better with time. This story was literally something I started because I had a lot of time and I was bored, and it has turned into something so much more for me than just that. I truly love the characters I have created. I love writing wholesome scenes, funny lines, emotional scenarios, dark shit, and of course, vigorous bedroom activities.
I feel like I have created a main character that can be relatable in some instances, minus all of the women and being OP. He's not a dumb guy, but he is naive due to still being relatively young as well as having a sheltered and abusive household. He is very receptive to both giving and receiving affection, because he is a good man at heart. Loving and being loved are what drives him to do better and to be better every day. Despite his power, he still deals with issues internally sometimes, and even still has doubts about things at times. However, he will never hymn and haw over something. I hate the indecisive MC that doesn't take action, especially when they more than have the power or ability to do so.
I care about this story too much to give up or stop. I don't even care to profit off of it, as I just want to write the stuff that's in my head down, and I refuse to use any of the tools and AI programs that many use to put shit out faster, or to just write everything altogether for them. I feel it's disingenuous, and for me, it destroys the whole part of why I like to write in the first place. Whether I am typing the story out, or some cases actually writing it down in a notebook, it is a satisfying feeling to write down what is in my head.
So to sum this up, depression sucks balls and it is killing my creativity and my writing spirit. I also don't want to force myself to write shit just to get it out. Eli and the ladies deserve better than that. All I can truly say is that I will do my best, and I truly don't see myself leaving this story. I want to finish it, and it sucks for me right now because there is still SO MUCH I want to tell. I've barely even scratched the surface.
I hope everyone is doing well overall, and for those who enjoy my story and wish I would write faster, I apologize but I can't very well promise anything other than I will try my best. Thank you and take care.