June 2/ Self Care

Lately I've been some type of way with the site. I'm an author well if you could even consider me that. I want it bad too. I want people reading my stuff, commenting, showing love, etc. So much great authors that constantly get reviews and all that love for their work. I don't think I'm bitter and I'm not ungrateful for the way my progress is going. I feel like I worry too much about critics who don't have a clue on what they're doing either.

If I'm being honest I write what's on my and what I'm feeling. I don't necessarily look for people who feel the same way . But in the sense I caught in the feeling of the need to be great. It becomes an obsession to the point I try and learn ways too grow further with my craft. Writing words late at night hoping people can notice the dedication. The dedication that's always in every paragraph, piece of dialogue, and chapter. 

I wonder if I do it for the love of writing at this point or is it something else? 

This is dedicated to the friends, people who take their time, and for this site allowing me too get my stuff out there. I'm really grateful and thankful for everything. I wish too grow and improve everyday with my writing. But can we give each one of us a chance? Thank you.