![]() ![]() ![]() I used to be the girl who used definately instead of definitely. ![]() Girls would get their hearts broken and handsome boys would be there to pick up the pieces. She’d put the pencil to the page and stories would come to life. I have to remember that little girl who would sit on her bed and open up a college ruled notebook. It’s really hard sometimes when you put your work out there and it is hardly noticed…but you can’t give up. “This is all for nothing! My characters are stupid.”Īnd let me tell you…those guys take offense to it. I rage quit on new chapters and insult my own intelligence. ![]() I start doubting my worth and what I can contribute to the world of literature. I get frustrated that a book about porn can make it into the hearts of readers more easily than the characters in my head, who I feel deserve it. You can argue that all you want to, but he is loved. I wanted people to love my characters as they love Lestat, or even Edward Cullen. I wanted to be an author who sold millions of books and had thousands of fans.and not to mention the movie deals that will roll out of Hollywood! I wanted to be at par with Anne Rice and Stephen King. I’ve wanted to be a writer for as far back as I can remember-but not just any writer. ![]()
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