Tag: writing

Yes, she thought. All the ideas I’d had. All the stories I’d written, turned down because it ‘didn’t quite fit’ or that I’d been made to re-write so it would ‘appeal to a greater audience’. She sighed, remembering when as a nineteen year old she’d made the promise to herself to always stay true to herself and be confident in what she wanted to write. She’d learned very quickly that to get anywhere in this industry you had to bend, at least slightly, to what other people said. Recently though it was like she was doing nothing except bending to what every other person wanted, or constantly considering what other people would think before she even had the opportunity to think of any story idea herself. There wasn’t an original idea left in her head, it seemed. Nineteen-year old her would be ashamed of what she’d become.