A dime a dozen
There are times when I feel like this. That what I'm writing is of poor quality, lacks originality and is plain boring. At other times I can be more hopeful. But... The truth is, I know there are plenty of girls like me, some very young, some a bit older, who write about almost exactly the same themes I do. Many of them write as well as I do or better.
What do I have to offer, really?
Times like these, I just know I'll never have my books published. Who would like to read them?
But then again, sometimes I consider this: others, less talented writers not only get published, but sell like mad. Then I think, why not me? If they can make it, so can I. Maybe I'm even a little better than they are, these writers who shall remain anonymous. They might be among your favorites. The last thing I want is to insult my readers.
At the end of the day, all I know is that I don't know anything. Someone a lot smarter than I am, came up with that, but it's still true.
coldWhat do I have to offer, really?
Times like these, I just know I'll never have my books published. Who would like to read them?
But then again, sometimes I consider this: others, less talented writers not only get published, but sell like mad. Then I think, why not me? If they can make it, so can I. Maybe I'm even a little better than they are, these writers who shall remain anonymous. They might be among your favorites. The last thing I want is to insult my readers.
At the end of the day, all I know is that I don't know anything. Someone a lot smarter than I am, came up with that, but it's still true.