One year ago, I was in a slump.
I was waiting for graduation day, sending out applications, job hunting, and honestly, feeling a little lost. I didn't know what came next. So I went back to something that always made my heart feel lighter.
Writing.
What started as a way to pass the time became the thing that carried me through one of the most uncertain periods of my life. And from that came Silent Reefs. A huge chunk of Silent Reefs is me. In many ways, I've been in silent reefs.
When I published it, I didn't expect much but somehow, Silent Reefs became more than that. It reached 10k reads before it even turned a month old. Today, one year later, it has over 43k reads. Numbers were never the goal, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't overwhelmed by the support it received.
Though, I struggled with comparison. Not with other authors or books. With Silent Reefs itself.
My other stories have done well and I'm grateful for every reader they've found. But sometimes I couldn't help comparing them to the success of my first book. I wondered why they weren't growing the same way, reaching people the same way, or receiving the same attention.
As I complete one year of writing, I think I've finally learned something important.
Stories have stories of their own.
Every book has a different journey. Every story finds its readers at a different pace. Every character reaches someone's heart in a different way. Just because a story doesn't follow the same path as Silent Reefs doesn't mean it's any less meaningful.
As I go through the comments, one of my readers described my work with three simple words:
"Worth to read."
Honestly, that's enough for me. One year later, I don't want to chase numbers. I don't want to chase comparisons. I just want to keep writing stories that are worth reading.
Happy first birthday, Silent Reefs.
And happy first year to the writer who was brave enough to begin. ☕