MyNameIsBrinkley

I started a boooooooooooook...
          	
          	(kind of)

NikkiPierceBooks

Hi Brinkley! I just wanted to pop by and say thank you for adding my book, Just Press Send, to your reading list! I really hope you enjoy it. If you ever want to chat please message me or comment on my book– I'm always happy to talk about reading or writing!

MyNameIsBrinkley

Hello, children of the universe.
          
          If a Brinkley screams into the galaxy, bleeding and screaming, with all these words in her heart that bleed out, and the ones that are trapped inside, and there seems to be no one there to hear her, does she make any sound at all? Or is she just another dying nebula in a sea full of stars, trying so hard to shine bright, but is always dim?
          
          Nothing exciting has been happening in my little writer-bubble. I'm starting to write character sketches for Pom-Pom, and I get new ideas all the time, but I want to write something worth reading, you know?
          
          The most popular stories nowadays always seem to be something like "The Bad Boy Teacher Who is also a Player Who is also a Nerd Who is also a Gang Leader Bought Me a Prom Dress and also Broke Into My House and Came Onto Me." Even when the titles don't go like that, the stories are always cliched, and they present sexual harassment as something romantic.
          
          I know that there are some stories that aren't like this. And there is a way to become a popular writer who writes beautiful, nuanced, realistic and vivid stories. I don't know how some of my favorite Wattpadders (solacing, ChasingMadness24, beautlies, nosekissed) do it.
          
          I just--in the midst of all these BIG VOICES writing crappy 5 Seconds of Summer fanfic and trope-riddled romances--I feel lost in the shuffle.
          
          You don't have to read my stories. Read about playboy nerds who are in the mafia getting girls pregnant or whatever the next big thing is on Wattpad. It's just been killing me that I've been missing out on so many great writing opportunities, and I want to talk to SOMEONE.
          
          For now, I'll just stand here, a nebula in the midst of a greater universe, and keep on screaming. And maybe one day, one glorious day, I will make a sound.

MyNameIsBrinkley

I am sure you all are wondering why I'm not vigorously writing my novel for Camp NaNo right now.
          The truth is: I am vacationing in Iceland and have no time for writing amidst all of the travel. So I'm getting a late start to camp this year, but don't worry. Updates soon.

MyNameIsBrinkley

So ya know that guy I wrote How to Write a Love Song about? (I think you all know that it was written about someone in my life, but if you didn't, well, now you do.) 
          
          He turned out to be the Eric Cartman of teenage boys.
          
          Aka an anti-feminist bigot.
          
          I don't regret writing HTWALS, since it was one of the first stories I ever submitted to a writing contest.
          
          I just want you guys (if there are actually guys, plural) to know that all the love songs and poems I wrote turned out to be for... well, the Eric Cartman of teenage boys.
          
          And I'm no Heidi Turner. I'm Wendy Testaburger.