"I like books that aren't just lovely but that have memories in themselves. Just like playing a song, picking up a book again that has memories can take you back to another place or another time."
She cursed the name of anyone who had previously mocked her for wanting this as a career, anyone who told her she would be wasting her time trying to get published, anyone who asked her when she would get a real job, anyone who told her she would be working at McDonalds if she decided to “try and be JK Rowling” for her career, and especially anyone who claimed they could do this too – because they fucking couldn’t. They didn’t know the first thing about being a writer, they didn’t understand what being a writer even meant. Anyone can go to school for four, six, even eight years and come out with a piece of paper that said they were hot shit and then spend their lives working as a doctor or a lawyer or whatever high-paying job they could find – but not everyone could be a writer. Only an eclectic, determined, and extremely dedicated group of people could sit at a desk or on their beds every single day for hours at a time, suffering back pain, neck pain, headaches and the risk of damaging their eyes from staring at a bright computer screen for so long, and battle it out with their creative minds and their word document of choices. Because that’s what being a writer was; not wasting your day sleeping until noon only to wake up and key-smash some ill thought out sentences and calling it a night. It was struggling, it was focusing, it was crying, it was sweating, it was late nights and early mornings, it was countless cups of coffee, it was working your ass off for little appreciation and almost no understanding, only because this was your passion. This was what you loved. This was being a writer.
Don’t fall into the danger of comparing your writing to anyone else’s. I believe that is the darkest place imaginable for a writer. You’re never going to write like your favorite writer because, just like them, you have a unique voice and you’re the only one with it.
You write beautifully and there will always be someone better than you and someone worse, but there will never be anyone who can do what you can.
Keep going and write like no one’s reading!