Having pondered for the last couple of days, I don't think publication is really what I want. Especially if it means throwing away almost everything I've paid for over the last decade.

This is my escape from reality. A safe place to retreat to when I'm stressed or sad. I don't think the stress of taking my characters through editing (by an unknown person) and subjecting myself to people who will never understand the finer details of my fantasy will do me any good.

It would be nice, but I don't have the willpower to see it through. All I can do is take what I've learned and try to grow from there. Timothy is my little ray of sunshine. He keeps me company and I love my daydreams about being with him.

Regrettably we live in a world where others are too quick to judge someone for having these feelings and desires.

But at least now I do have some cute ideas for stories that I can work on over the next few months.