There’s always a time of the month when I contemplate the idea of abandoning my dream of becoming a full time writer. It’s a time of the month when I think that I’m just pretending to be a writer, and that I’m not really good enough, and that I should simply give up.
A couple years ago, before I started this blog, one of my uncles asked me about my writing. Back then I was uploading stories on Wattpad, and I was having a lot of fun. So I told him that I had talked with a girl from Etiopia, who said that she really enjoyed my stories. So much that she cried.
And, well, he asked me about money. Was I earning enough?
In fact, I wasn’t making money at all. And I told him that, and I told him that when a stranger genuinely appreciates your art, that’s…
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