I always feared that when I started writing on Substack a few years ago that it would stop me from dedicating my time to writing fiction. And so it has proved. I’m not sorry that I did it, but I’m not sure I can afford any longer to spend all this time trying drum up subscribers when I could be working on a novel - even a novel that might never be published. A writer who isn’t writing is nothing at all, and it feels that way to me now. Substack, for me, isn’t writing at all in any meaningul sense. It is short pieces, scraps of thoughts, and giving out free lessons. I don’t think I can or should sustain it much longer, for my own sanity apart from anything else. I don’t think it’s worth the candle any more.