COMING TO TERMS
Yes, that’s right I’m coming to terms with no recognitions but for some reason, I don’t care. The stories in my head are still developing, and the love of writing is still strong. I don’t believe I made any mistakes in quitting my job and starting my writing career. Sure I have a lot of haters who want me to fail and say I made a big mistake, but I still don’t feel it. I have a small group of fans who stay true to me, and that’s okay because if they enjoy what I write then there’s nothing more I should want.
I know a lot of writers who died penniless but years later their words touched enough people giving them the acknowledgement they deserve. I might be one of them—it’s ashamed I might be dead—but what are you going to do?
I just want the stories, inside me, to entertain the small group that do believe in me and oh well with the rest.
So to all writers who feel they're invisible, pushed to the back of the line and left out? Don’t give up—because there’s still that small group that believes in you and want to read anything you write.
Just don’t give up.