Here are some extremely brave and relatable thoughts, from indie writer Chris Nicholas. I can completely relate to how he feels. This timely essay illustrates the struggle of our generation, and struggles of my own. My dream was and will always be to become an author, and I’m still working towards that. I am more than halfway through my novel, and through writing it I have become a better writer and earned the self esteem as one. I commend Mr. Nicholas for his very honest post, and I hope that others find it as helpful as I have.
‘No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.’
I often have days where I contemplate giving up. They’re the kind of days where I sit down at my computer to write and think to myself why the hell am I doing this? I’m twenty six years of age and I’ve never had a career, I’ve never finished any of the multiple university degrees that I’ve started, and despite having served more than a decade in the workforce I don’t really have anything of substance to my name. I really struggle when those moments arrive. I sit at my computer for hours and stare blankly at a screen clouded by my own insecurities and self-doubt wondering why I don’t just give up and become happy like everyone else. I want to be a writer; I am a goddamn writer. But in those moments I question whether I have what…
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