There's this lingering idea in my head still about self publishing some form of a chapbook. It's been in the works for at least a year or two and it's mostly delayed because of my hesitation.
I already have more than enough material to fill out a humble little chapbook. It's more a question of what to put in and what to leave out.
Sometimes I wonder if there is any point at all in publishing anything. Be it via my own (very limited) resources or through more conventional routes. Because what does publishing anything achieve other than being a means of stroking your own ego or checking off an item from your lifetime goals?
All in all, the reigning sentiment is that I feel small. Insignificant. And it often seems like nothing will ever change. Impostor syndrome is but one aspect of it. There's more that brews under the surface than just that.
I don't know if making writing my profession in the past has spoiled all these things for me. The magic of writing and creating and such. Perhaps due to writing in the past decade or more being more about deadlines and work, it's hard to find a space in which it can be about enjoyment once more.
Probably this is just another case of me overthinking. So yeah I shan't prolong this post anymore.
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