From time to time I contemplate the idea of abandoning my dream of becoming a full time writer. I get all kinds of ideas in my head. I’m just pretending to be a writer, and I’m not really good enough, and that I should simply give up.
A couple years ago, before I started this blog, one of my uncles asked me about my writing. Back then I was uploading stories on Wattpad, and I was having a lot of fun. So I told him that I had talked with a girl from Etiopia, who said that she really enjoyed my stories. So much that she cried.
And, well, he asked me about money. Was I earning enough?
In fact, I wasn’t making money at all. And I told him that, and I told him that when a stranger genuinely appreciates your art, that’s worth more than all the money in the world.
I was happy back then.
But now this blog takes up a lot of time. And I still write. I answer e-mails on a professional basis. So I have to do this on a full time basis. But I also have to pay bills and stuff.
I know that I’ve written a lot of posts about courage, ambition, perseverance; I know that I’m usually the guy that tries to tell you that your dreams are right there for the taking, that what you want can be achieved, that all your impossible dreams can be conquered, so I’m sorry for this post.
I don’t write about it when I get sick, or when I’m heartbroken, or when someone disappoints me. But I do write about everything that influences my art, and I share it with you, because no one else really cares. Which I’m not sure if it’s sad or not.
There’s nothing else to write about, other than the fact that you can help me out with a small donation here.
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