I live for fanfiction and the warmth that comes from digesting different authors’ works. Even though I adore ’fics with all my heart and more, I still get down in the dumps with thoughts of already being in last place to a competition I haven’t yet entered—in the sense that, I want to write too, I just can’t conjure words entertaining enough to actually gather a fanbase—it’s not that I view fanfics as something to ... what’s the word? Something like duking it out (I don’t know what I am describing, another flaw of my person that can’t make it out to be an author) to see who stands on top, hailed as a „great and inspiring” writer. I hold fanfiction deep into my soul since ffs were the only thing keeping me together at one point. It’s no joke to say it saved my life once, so I will forever defend fanfiction with the little honor I’ve salvaged since then.
TL;DR
I want to be an amazing writer, but all I do is read—I have inferiority issues that needs to be fixed—soon enough, hopefully, it stops me from acting on my wants. As if I’m trapped in a cage that I made myself and threw the key away.
