As my reader ratings continue to plummet, it becomes time for introspection. For serious inner-examination. I have to ask myself … what the fuck is wrong with you guys?
Prose written at the Winter caliber should have readers throwing confetti parades for me.
But perhaps there's a low-score clue buried in the hate-mails. One consistent gripe is that my stories meander around too much. Why can't I start a theme and just see it through? Before starting on another narrative?
Several readers tell me they've given up reading me because of this zig-zag pattern.
So, I may experiment with "Winter's Voyage" by, sigh, going A, B, C. Who knows, maybe it'll be an improvement. But if I don't like the result, that emended version will never breath SOL oxygen.
Paige