I'm frustrated with myself; I almost want nothing to do with reality. I'd rather spend all my time reading, playing videogames, or watching a show than dealing with the b.s. that comes with living around here.
I don't want to socialize with anyone in this town. I don't want to enter another awkward conversation with someone every time I go to drop my daughter off at school. I want to be left alone. I like my f*cking solitude, and after the last couple of "friends" I made out here turned out to be really f*cking unstable, I want nothing more to do with anyone else in this messed up area. I have friends back home, and that is the only time I want to socialize.
I want to focus on my dreams, for once. Writing is already f*cking hard enough without outside influences getting in my way. There are days I'm afraid I'll never get it done, never succeed. More than anything, I want to succeed at it. The funny thing is, I'm also afraid of what will happen, if I do succeed.
Why?
Because I'm such a private person; because I don't want to have to sit through interviews-especially if cameras are involved. I want to be as amazing as Stephen King, Anne Rice, and any other authors I look up to-but I don't want the attention that comes with it. I want people to enjoy my literary works, but I don't want to have to make an appearance.
Sometimes I wonder if that fear specifically is what holds me back. I know I'll never be the authors I idolize; I won't even come close and besides, they write from different genres than I see myself writing for. That being said, though...I don't want to be another Stephenie Meyer. While I'll admit not every sentence of her books was terrible, the plot as a whole was. If you like the books, fine...but I don't want to be her. I never want to be compared to her, ever.
Fear really is a destroyer. With writing being what it is to me, I can't afford to lose my dreams...if I do, what the hell will be left of me?
I don't want to socialize with anyone in this town. I don't want to enter another awkward conversation with someone every time I go to drop my daughter off at school. I want to be left alone. I like my f*cking solitude, and after the last couple of "friends" I made out here turned out to be really f*cking unstable, I want nothing more to do with anyone else in this messed up area. I have friends back home, and that is the only time I want to socialize.
I want to focus on my dreams, for once. Writing is already f*cking hard enough without outside influences getting in my way. There are days I'm afraid I'll never get it done, never succeed. More than anything, I want to succeed at it. The funny thing is, I'm also afraid of what will happen, if I do succeed.
Why?
Because I'm such a private person; because I don't want to have to sit through interviews-especially if cameras are involved. I want to be as amazing as Stephen King, Anne Rice, and any other authors I look up to-but I don't want the attention that comes with it. I want people to enjoy my literary works, but I don't want to have to make an appearance.
Sometimes I wonder if that fear specifically is what holds me back. I know I'll never be the authors I idolize; I won't even come close and besides, they write from different genres than I see myself writing for. That being said, though...I don't want to be another Stephenie Meyer. While I'll admit not every sentence of her books was terrible, the plot as a whole was. If you like the books, fine...but I don't want to be her. I never want to be compared to her, ever.
Fear really is a destroyer. With writing being what it is to me, I can't afford to lose my dreams...if I do, what the hell will be left of me?