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Hi, I’m Rebecca, but most people know me as Icca. I used to be a writer, or maybe I should say I tried to be one. I wasn’t famous or even widely read, but writing was my world. I started when I was around 12 or 13, mainly because I had no one to talk to, and I found comfort in stories. I was inspired by reading on Mangatoon and decided to create my own.
My very first story was a BL, though I only realized it recently. On Wattpad, my first attempt was a story about twins and a girl, but I kept changing it
For almost three years, I’ve been writing on Wattpad, but eventually l haven’t finished a single book. The furthest I ever got was ten chapters. While I feel proud of the stories I started, I also feel a sense of sadness when I think about how many of them are incomplete.
dormeins
So here I am, standing at the end of 2024, making a difficult decision. As I enter 2025, I’ve decided to leave my writing journey behind. It wasn’t an easy choice, but I know it’s the right one for now. Writing has been a huge part of my life for almost three years, I’m disappointed that I didn’t finish even one or two novels, I don’t regret the journey. I just wish I had been able to focus more and see things through.
To everyone who has supported me or believed in me, thank you for these three amazing years. You’ve been a part of my growth, and for that, I’ll always be grateful.
Maybe one day I’ll return to writing. Maybe I won’t. But for now, I’m choosing to let go, to live my life, and to explore the world without the weight of unfinished stories holding me back.
With all my love and gratitude
Midnight_crimson
dormeins
As time passed, I came to a big realization. I’m still young, and there’s so much about life I haven’t experienced yet. As a writer, I’ve always wanted my characters to feel real to experience genuine emotions that readers can connect with. But I realized that I can’t fully bring those emotions to life because I haven’t felt many of them myself. It’s hard to write about love, heartbreak, or triumph when they’re only ideas in your head and not experiences in your heart.
This desire for authenticity often left me stuck in writer’s block. I kept waiting to live those feelings, but the longer I waited, the harder it became to write. A month ago, I started questioning whether I could even call myself a writer anymore. At first, I told myself, Yes, I can write. But over time, I discovered new hobbies, explored new interests, and lived new experiences. Sadly, none of those things seemed to fit into the stories I wanted to tell.
The truth is, the more I explored life, the more I drifted away from writing. Now, when I look at my Google Drive, I see over 30 unfinished stories—each one a dream I wanted to share with the world but couldn’t bring myself to complete. It’s heartbreaking.