Sometimes I wonder if I truly want to be a famous author.
Of course it’s been my dream since I was a child. When other kids would run around at recess, I stayed on the side and wrote short stories. I lived in my imagination (and still do). But I wonder if success would take that love for writing away from me.
I think about the pressure that must come with a big time contract. Imagine hard deadlines that you have to meet or fail. Imagine that your career hangs on a string, every book has to be a success, or it’ll kill your career. (this happened to one of my college professors). Imagine the hate tweets and angry reviews. I imagine all of those things, and I wonder.
But then I remember the dream. Writing full time and actually having people read my books. The joy of acceptance. No longer feeling like a failure, with no value to society (this is a big insecurity for me, whether irrational or not. I never said that my brain makes sense). After a life time of fitting in, finally being accepted for who I am.
Then I think, no matter what, I will always love writing. Success? Failure? Why should I care?
I wish I didn’t care.
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This message was brought to you by a very insecure human being.
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