This is pretty late because of work, but I thought I'd at least get this started before the first was over.
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dungeonmarm asked me: Why do you write?
That is a question that's grown harder for me over the years, actually. I look at my creative output, and I have *such* trouble finishing things, maintaining my motivation and excitement about a project, and I lose, every day, to that critical voice in my head that says, "This is shit. This is useless. How can you hope to be a novelist if this is what you do when you put words onto a page?"
When I was eight, I didn't want to be a writer at all. I wanted to be an astronomer.
When I was fourteen, I wrote to escape. Eighth grade was a hard year for me and pretty much all of my friends.
When I was eighteen, it was because I was passionate and had things I wanted to say and felt that only I could say them.
At thirty-one, I look back on all the reasons—money, fame, wanting to be remembered—and while I miss feeling like that, the reason I write now is because I'm looking at the world I live in, the books on the shelves and the media around us, and I just want *something* more. I want POCs and strong women and I'm realizing the only way I'm going to get them is if I make that media myself.
Now, if only I were better at it. Because it's at the point where I write 2k and lament how bad I am. I can't seem to get past it, and that more than anything is going to prevent me from getting published. Which makes me sad, but then—it's not unexpected.
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dungeonmarm asked me: Why do you write?That is a question that's grown harder for me over the years, actually. I look at my creative output, and I have *such* trouble finishing things, maintaining my motivation and excitement about a project, and I lose, every day, to that critical voice in my head that says, "This is shit. This is useless. How can you hope to be a novelist if this is what you do when you put words onto a page?"
When I was eight, I didn't want to be a writer at all. I wanted to be an astronomer.
When I was fourteen, I wrote to escape. Eighth grade was a hard year for me and pretty much all of my friends.
When I was eighteen, it was because I was passionate and had things I wanted to say and felt that only I could say them.
At thirty-one, I look back on all the reasons—money, fame, wanting to be remembered—and while I miss feeling like that, the reason I write now is because I'm looking at the world I live in, the books on the shelves and the media around us, and I just want *something* more. I want POCs and strong women and I'm realizing the only way I'm going to get them is if I make that media myself.
Now, if only I were better at it. Because it's at the point where I write 2k and lament how bad I am. I can't seem to get past it, and that more than anything is going to prevent me from getting published. Which makes me sad, but then—it's not unexpected.
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