want to be honest with you guys… sometimes I feel really disappointed in myself as a writer My stories don’t seem to reach many people, and my 2 new novels feel almost invisible right now. Even my first novel, The Boy Who Stole First Place, feels like it’s just sitting there unnoticed, like nothing. And it hurts, because I really do pour my heart into these stories. But I also know I’m still small, and that’s okay—I’ll take it slow Every writer starts somewhere. Even if it takes time, I believe my stories will eventually find the readers meant for them. For now, I’m just grateful to the few of you who are here with me already You make me want to keep going, step by step
