I am no longer a storyteller.
At one time, the thought of not writing would have been an anathema for me to consider, but in the last three years all that has changed.
The main point of crisis is not that my e-books are not selling it's because I feel I am not valued as a writer if I ever was. Whereas I once wrote three blogs a day and still found the motivation to write over 1,000 words for a story, now I struggle to blog once a day, and as for the stories, why should I bother?
I have many stories I could be writing, but most will never see a blog post.
Several years ago, I once got asked to guest blog for several sites, and I got told that my stories were always the most read. I also wrote for a magazine based in Amsterdam for several months until several of the writers on the site had a dispute the editorial policies.
At first, I agreed with her decision as many of them were using the site for free publicity, but in the views of many of us she crossed the line when she turned the magazine to a stage where only she was permitted to post articles.
In the words of the song by the American folk group Dolly Varden, "The thing you love is killing you."