I’ve been going back and forth about posting this for days now and I’m annoying myself. It needs to be said. I’m worried that people will misunderstand and be offended but… it needs to be said. So Bismillah and here we go:
Writing is exhausting. There, I said it.
It’s draining and hard and sometimes, I just don’t want to do it.
Sometimes, I want a break. Sometimes, I need a break.
I love to write, I really really do. I appreciate that I have this little bit of skill. But that doesn’t stop writing from being my job. It fulfils me, yes. There’s a purpose behind it, yes. But it’s incredibly tiring and I don’t want it to rule my life.
Writing takes effort. I’d love to be able to just open up a laptop and vomit out words that come together to make a story but it’s not as simple as that. A writer immerses themselves in the skin of their characters to get their stories across and that takes more energy that you can imagine.
I guess what I’m trying to say is; appreciate the work that people are putting in and be understanding, especially when you’re getting to enjoy it entirely free of charge. Have a little patience and compassion for the fact that they’re also human.
I get sick sometimes – actually, I get sick a lot. Now, a lot of the time, I keep writing when I’m sick. But at other times, I don’t get to do that because of the demands of my body. And yes, I get that it sucks to be waiting for the next chapter of a story you like. You know what else sucks? Having to constantly apologize to people because you’re ill.
I’m fully aware that no one means any of this maliciously. You’re excited and you like the story. I appreciate that. But badgering someone is not okay. Making snide comments is not okay. I’ve stopped opening the comments section of my stories any more because reading those kinds of comments has gotten more and more upsetting as time goes by.
I haven’t said anything until now because I understand that you all mean well and I appreciate your support. But I’m really tired right now. So tired, in fact, that I may be on the verge of doing something drastic.
I don’t want to keep my stories to myself. I write them so that they can be read and enjoyed and, more importantly, so that they can start conversations and serve as a reminder that there are young girls and women out there who are going through the kinds of struggles that I write about all over the world.
But I’m really, really tired.
I’m not the type of writer who doesn’t appreciate constructive criticism – if you don’t like something I’m writing, you’re more than welcome to tell me (civilly) and I’ll actually appreciate that because it’s useful to me. I’m just saying – be a little kinder, guys. Please.