this is a story i have been writing on and off for almost the past two years. i've even teased it a few times with the expectation that i would publish it. i never did though because something wasn't quite right. it either felt too cliché, or didn't make sense, or felt like it was taking too long to get to where it needed to be. there was always an excuse to not finish it. every three months or so i'll visit it, get excited about it again, write maybe half a chapter, then rethink it and move on to the next piece. because of that i have many stories in my drafts waiting to be published.
after some time i realized, it wasn't the story. it was me. after written 10 stories [two of which are currently unpublished], i've gotten used to holding myself to a certain standard. i've come to expect pulitzer award winning work each time which, as amazing as that would be, is unrealistic. i started writing on this platform for fun, and to just jot down the crazy stories that go through my head. as time went on, my following count went up into the thousands, my reads into the hundred thousands, and i guess i expected more of myself than the little high school love stories i've been writing with a dark twist to them.
but i was trying to fix a system that was not broken. yes of course my writing should evolve throughout the years. and i personally believe it has. but my expectations were way beyond what i really needed to be. i'm now putting behind that mindset and once again trying to find the joy in writing and not making it feel like a job. this is one of the many drafts you'll be seeing in the near future.
sidebar : the title of this book is just 'sir', not 'daddy sir'. i know it says that on the title and everything, but i'm unable to strikethrough the word 'daddy' therefore i used a comma. don't waste your time typing out the extra 5 letters when addressing this story, it's just 'sir'. i hope you enjoy!
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