eine neue anfang
Fame (although mine doesn’t really qualify as fame) gets on your nerves after a while. Regular stalker, bf jealous of stalker, being listed where you don’t want to be listed, easily googled by people, blah blah blah.
Therefore I make my retreat. I need to find a safer, less gaudy conch-shell for myself. And it’s true, my writing has metamorphosized into a people-pleaser ever since it knows how many pair of eyes (roughly) are going to read each word it breathes into existence. I need my haven, once again.
There is the option to password-protect everything, of course. But a lock is never as effective as shelving away the book from public eyes. A lock is an invitation, for others to try to pry open. If it is that important to deserve a lock, it must be pretty juicy. Click… whirr…. I want! I want! Gimme gimme gimme!
When the same thing won’t even get a second glance when left in the open.
So here I make my mark, and here, hopefully, I’ll stay.
