I also got a comment emailed to me that I should write just for enjoyment, and shouldn't care what others think or want. This is true to some extent, but it's more complicated than that.
Why do I write?
I write because I do; I tell myself stories in my head all the time (ALL the time) so it seems much more productive to write them down rather than just keep them in my head. I also write because I have to; I'm compelled to. This all means that I can, will and do write for myself without regard to others. All well and good.
I also love to tell stories. I tell stories about myself, about people I know. I embellish, I practice (in my head and with others), I pantomime. I like telling stories so much that I want more to tell, so I make some up. I don't want to tell the same old tired stories so I write them down to keep better track of them, to help remember and improve them.
There is the rub. Writing is storytelling, storytelling is writing, and storytelling needs an audience.
I would love to get paid to write. I want to be able to devote as much time as I could ever want to writing. I want to go on tour to talk about my stories. Telling stories about stories is almost as good as telling stories, oh heck, it is as good as telling stories. I know that those who are that successful are very few and far between. I can hope for it, and work for it, but shouldn't expect it.
So really, I can't just write for my own amusement with no regard to audience. I can write with no regard for PAY, but I need to know that there are people reading the stories, and the bigger the audience the better.
I'm juggling a lot of stuff and I actually have far too many balls than I can handle right now. The only way to get better at any of them and to be successful juggling is to decide which balls to juggle and which to keep on the ground, nearby.
I can't help but tell stories, so that ball is always going to be in hand. I can get more bang for the buck (yes, I know I'm mixing my metaphors) if I actually write those stories and have an audience. Let's say this is a torch I'm juggling and have to juggle. As long as I'm going to juggle a torch I might as well light it (there, my metaphors match).
Here is the problem with "Hate..." It take too much time. It was intended to be fan-service for myself, but I got into this thing with the songs and now in order to have a chapter title and any magic I need to find an appropriate song. Sometimes that can soak up close to an hour of searching and thinking. If I don't have a pretty big audience clambering for it to continue then I don't think I can spare the time.
I can't juggle a flaming chainsaw. It's just too much. I am putting "Hate to Say I Told You So" on hiatus.
For all you who have been reading and enjoying "Hate..." I am not totally abandoning it. I have the outline. It will take about 14 chapters to complete (much more than I originally intended). Someday when I have more time and the ability to move this up in priority (like when I'm not trying to spend 90 minutes a day to learn Greek) I will return to it. I absolutely do not want to leave a partial story out there. That is unacceptable.
I will probably switch to another, simpler story, if that is any consolation. Also, with the shutting down of "Flowers Of Mundelein," I'll be posting my progress with learning Greek here, and anything else I need to share.