I’ve been asking myself this over and over for the last two weeks. I keep working on my draft, writing new scenes, improving others… and the question “Why am I doing this?” is always coming back to my mind.
Do I want to be recognized? Do I want people to tell me I’m a brilliant writer? Do I want everyone to fall in love with my story? If I answer yes to any of these questions, then I think I would give up. It’s very unlikely that I’m going to be the next J. K. Rowlings. I’m most certainly not a brilliant writer and not everyone is going to love my story. Then, why do it?
I like my story and I like to write. If one person also likes the story I’m happy, that’s it. If everyone hates it, at least I hope they tell me why, so I can make it better next time. Because I want to write another and another and another. Why not? Even if only 10 people in the all world read it.
What if I make a fool of myself? Well, at least I’m a fool who wrote a book, so I guess I’m a cool, bad ass fool.
Have you ever written and published a book by yourself? What were you’re feelings? Why did you do it?