Just the thought of sending your work to be published along with "real" writers you admire is just...stomachache-inducing.
You can do more. This doesn’t mean you aren’t doing enough right now, it means you contain multitudes, you are a powerful force full of too many stories to tell the same one over and over.
I get to hang out in a bar with my friends once a week, and I roll sparkly pink dice to determine if I successfully shoot a demon through its nonexistent heart, which is exactly the kind of femme fatale shit I’m looking for. But as a writer, I’ve noticed that my personality is not always overly compatible with D&D.