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Nothing like writing the ending, right?
So, from what I read from the comments:
Writing is work, not fun.
Write what sells.
Market to sell.
Suffer for the craft.
Grow a thick skin.
Funnily enough, these points are why I left RR. My pride has always been a problem. In school, when I got 3rd place on a competition, I didn't smile, but grimaced. As a contrast, I remember that a fellow student from my class didn't make the cut for a poetry competition, but got a consolation prize. She smiled, and I with my third place was like:
Not again, goddamn it. Am I under a curse or something?
And back then I was just 10-11.
I have no idea why I want to be the best at everything, even though I know that I am not. Why do I do it to myself? And can this way of thinking be changed?