People would think that for me to leave writing with unfinished stories on my files would be a worry, but it is not of any concern to me.
The reason for my lack of concern is simple enough to comprehend, I spend my time writing the stories, and many times I can lose hours living the lives of my characters, for what?
I don't find it difficult to comprehend the change in my writing, after all, none of my ebooks have sold in the last three years, and this leads me to a situation that years ago would have upset me - killing of a beloved character in a story - but not now.
The situation first comes to show seven years ago when friends who were following the adventures of my hero (Mark Johnson) got worried that after a bad week I'd kill off their hero; in the end, I spent days trying to write a gruesome end, but I never could do it.
The next time was when I had to kill off a character who was dying slowly in my second sci-fi series (The Word); I knew his story needed a heroic death to give his life meaning, but I cried for days after writing his finale.
I woke this morning with an ending for my romance that I had not foreseen, and feel no remorse if I write the death of Kim Altland from "A Homecoming," after all the book has been on sale for two years and not sold.
I haven't decided how to end "The Reunion," or even if I shall end it, nobody cared what happened in the end.
Many of the stories go unread, and none of the ones I turned into e-books sold over the years other than my series Forgestriker.
I have many stories I could have written for my mind is always thinking of new work, or it was, now all I do is watch DVD's and read what other writers have written.
Years ago, when I was writing for a children's charity book, I contemplated the prospect of writing a series of children's stories about dragons. Needless to say it got no further than the concept stage.
Perhaps it is a good thing that I have stopped writing; my wrists are getting so painful this month that I can barely type without pain from my EDS.