I haven’t written anything for a week. And that’s bad. I was supposed to finish Almost, But Not Quite, but for some reasons, I couldn’t bring myself to type anything. I mean, I already did type something, but I couldn’t post it. I was just so tired of people telling me what to write.
Writing used to be fun… Now? Not so much.
I know that some people will probably tell me to just not mind them. If only it was that easy. But I’m a person and I have feelings. Of course, I get hurt whenever I’d hear shitty things about my stories… I can’t help it. As much as I try to drown the voices in, I keep hearing them. I keep thinking why am I not enough? Why can’t they trust me? I have been doing this for years. I know I’m not that good when it comes to writing, but I’d like to believe that I know what I’m doing. I know what’s good for my stories. I know what I want to write.
All stories need conflict. I really don’t understand why some readers would message me that they already stopped reading because the conflict is already happening. I mean, why did you even bother reading the story in the first place if you’re not gonna see it to the end? I just don’t get it. Because personally, I love conflicts. They’re the reason why stories linger inside my head. The more complicated the conflict is, the sweeter the resolution is. And seriously, a story is boring without problems. It’s there. It will always be there.
That being said, I think I’ll just take a beat… then, I’ll continue writing. Because as much as it stresses the shit out of me, still, in writing, I found my solace. I just needed to fully remember the reason why I started writing in the first place.