A WRITER'S DREAM
I was scrolling in my newsfeed when someone caught my attention.
"Hi guys so i wanna ask for you opinion kung ano ang nga magagandang title na naisip niyo. Gagawan ko po ng story thank you!"
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I cant help but smile bitterly. She's so famous. She has a lot of supporters and readers. She's a great writer. I let out a heavy sigh before going to my profile. I smiled a little... atleast someone appreciate my stories right?
I am a writer, or let me say an underrated writer. I create stories and posted it in my facebook and wattpad account. I dont really mind having a litte readers or supporter. As long as someone is supporting me and reading my works im contented with that.
Its just sometimes i cant help but to feel a little of jealousy and pity in myself. Maybe... maybe i am that not that best that's why i only have a few readers. Or maybe i am not really meant to be a writer.
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"Hey Belle! Gosh I've read your story! And its amazing!" Ella one of my schoolmate suddenly approach me. I smiled a little. I cant help but to feel a little embarass and proud of myself. I'm happy... i should ve contented right?
But why? Why do i want to have more? Why? Is it not enough Belle? Why are you expecting for more if you know that your stories are lame?! Why?!
"Thank you lala." I said sincerely and smiled a little. She look at me with so much adorement that it made me uncomfortable. "I wont be shock if one day... you will be a great writer Ate Belle." She said again bafore saying her goodbye and happily leave me.
I smiled bitterly. I dont think so.
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"Ma?have you seen the papers here in my table?" I ask my mom when i saw my that my study table is now clean i just got home from school and i was shock because i left it earlier still in mess.
She look at me shock and guilty. "Are those your works nak? O my gosh! Im sorry! I throw it away! I though it was a trash! Im really sorry nak... dont worry i havent thrown it away maybe-"
"Dont mind it ma. I just thought i lost it. I have a copy in my phone. Dont worry." I said and go back to my room. I sat in my head and let my head low. Damn it! I have to think of another plot.
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It was weekend that day i am scrolling again in ny newsfeed when suddenly my messenger sounded. I raise my eyebrows, somebody chatted? Is it a miracle? I opened my messenger app and i cant help but to smile when i read what she chatted.
Mira: Hi I read all of your works.
Me: really?o my gosh! Thank you so much!
Mira: i haven't praise you yet, why did you say thank you? Damn girl! You should stop writing! Your stories are lame! You only have a few supporters! Cant you feel a little bit of shame?
Me: excuse me?!
Mira: oh girl dont be mad. Im just giving you an advice! I dont want a toxic in social media so stop. Writing. And oh dear? Your a writer. I think you know how wrong when your copying some elses work dont you?
I cant help but to lost strength about what she said. Me?! Copying others work?! Damn it! Damn it! She doesnt know I how i stayed all night just to think a plot! She doesnt know how happy i am everytime i finish a story all by myself.
But then... on the bright side. What if she's right? What if i am really toxic? What if really... really i am not meant to be a writer. Maybe i should really stop writing. Maybe being a writer is not my forte.
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"Ate Belle!" I heard Ella's voice from my back so i look at her. I smiled but it was faded when i saw her eyes, it looks like she cried. "Hey, Ella why did you cry?!" I ask worried. She glared at me.
"Why did you erase your works and deactivated your account?! Ate! Why did you stop writing?! Is it true??! That you told your mom to burn all of your masterpiece?!" She said so sad... i smiled a little.
"Yes." I only answered and left her before proceeding to the gym. We gave a visitor today and she is going to gave us her experiences and share to us the lessons she learn.
But i dont know who she is. Maybe a doctor or a teacher with a higher rank. Or maybe business woman who has a successful business. I dont know.
When i arrive i quicklt sit and open up my phone. i was about to delete all of my stories in wattpad when suddenly Ella came to get my phone. "No! I wont let you ate." She said and sat beside me. I was about to speak when suddenly the guest arrive.
My mouth went wide. Oh shit! No way! Its Rosè Crown! A writer! A great writer! O my gosh! She's my idol! She's the reason why i wanted to be a writer too! Oh shit! No way!
She smiled at us, o my gosh! She's so beautiful. "You know? Of course you dont. I also started writing through Facebook. I am telling you guys! I encounter a lot of problems. Believe me or not but my first story has only a 10 reads before i posted another one. We all came from small. Have you seen a human that became a adult already the moment he or she was born? No right? Just like in our writing career. Everyone, even Nicholas Spark or John Green also started from few readers. Look at them, where are they now? They are one of the great writer in the whole world." She said. She look at us one by one. Gosh! She's really so kind!
"So everyone listen. If we can do it, you can do it! Do you know?that i once lost my pen? I once lost an ink too, every one does. Every one will. But... we cant blame them. Every one will get tired. Everyone will stop. But it doesnt mean you'll give up. Do what you want. Follow your dreams. Follow what your heart wants.
Never stop pursuing your career. Yes, someone will hate you. Yes someone will try to pull you down. But remember, no one can drag you down except yourself and of course the gravity. So, listen to their judgement. Make that as your inspiration to do more. To create more. To improve yourself. To be more." She smiled at us and out of nowhere she meet my eyes. I feel like i was hyonotize by her eyes.
"So now, be brave and grab your pens. Put an ink, and start to write again. Because everything will be worth it in the end. Dont find your readers, let your readers find you."
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I was smiling in all of them and i cant help but to feel so proud of myself. Gosh! I finally made it! I finally became a writer. I finally have a chance to meet my readers! Im finally having my first book signing event! I finally reach the writer's dream!
Every is smiling so do I. I still cant believe it. I am now an author of the most read story in wattpad and most bought book in the Philippines!
Yes. I continue writing. I found my pen again. I once lost it and i will never ever lost it again. I just realize that nothing will happen if i listen to their judgement. If i let their judgement affect me.
I remember her words again: Don't find your readers, let your readers find you.
Yes, Rosè Crown became my ink. She will forever be my ink.
I smiled as i stand up and was about to leave the stage when suddenly someone shouted. "Can you please give us one last advice Miss author?" So i gladly ask for a microphone before facing them.
"Dont give up. Learn to take a rest. And of course, love your works first. Cause how can someone appreciate your works if you, yourself cant? Right? To those underrated writers out there, donr lose hope. You will be a succesful writer, someday. You will also reach the writers dream."
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I dedicate this story to all of underrated writers like me out there. Dont lose hope. I love you all!!!
And to ate Rosè Crown (check out her fb acc for her amazing stories) thank you. I love youuuuu!!
