sometimes i really love my fics. i wrote that because i wanted to read it. i love it. nobody visits my fics more than me. they remind me that iâm a hard worker, that i created something. itâs mine and i cherish it and love it because itâs exactly what i wanted so i made it.
and other days iâm crippled by self criticism and hate everything and canât bear to look at my own work because i know itâll never compare to the greats
but i live for the days i love my work. because itâs mine, and i made it. i didnât wait for somebody else to make what i dream about. i went and did it myself.
so donât feel like your work is awful
itâs the stuff you dreamed about. itâs the stuff you decided to make a reality. itâs not about quality, or poetry, or how perfectly your sculpt your words or keep it so deeply in character; because itâs what you dreamed and itâs what you wanted to see, so you made it.
keep writing; itâs yours, and you made it. and if you want to continue to sharpen and improve yourself? then do it. itâs all yours and you can make it whatever you want.
keep writing.
THIS.
This is so beautiful.
