I’ve always wanted to write and publish a novel, but I’m afraid of the vulnerability it requires. I’ve had stories swirling around in my head for years. These ideas could be something truly special. However, the idea of exposing my work to the world makes me anxious. What if no one likes it? What if I get rejected by publishers or, worse, my writing gets torn apart by critics?
Writing is an art, and sharing it is like sharing a piece of your soul. It feels risky to put something so personal into the public eye. There’s always the possibility that it might not be well-received. But I also know that without taking this risk, I’ll never know what could be. The idea of seeing my name on a book cover is a dream that keeps me motivated. The thought of someone connecting with my words also inspires me, even if the risk feels overwhelming.
Maybe one day, I’ll gather the courage to take that leap and see where my creativity can take me.
Things We Forget 
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