Dear Writer, Don't Stop Now.

In the beginning, I'd like to thank Queen for being a phenomenon. Every single one of her songs resonates with me. As you can see, the title of this article was taken from one of her many hits(though with a slight change): Don't Stop Me Now.

The point of breaking came over me a couple of months back. The night that I thought it was all going to end was the night that I broke down and cried for hours. There was this overwhelming feeling of apathy and a feeling that my mojo had completely disappeared from me. At first, I believed that it was one of those days when imposter syndrome is present however, it turned into weeks and when I realized it I was in the middle of two months.

The anxiety disorder started in the beginning. I was working on a task when I realized that half of the project had an identical sentence structure. I was using 'however' and "and" often. I panicked. Myriad questions came up in my mind. Am I losing it? Have I gotten dumb? It wasn't easy to remember that at times I'd have a thought in the back of my tongue but, regardless of my efforts to try, I was unable to get it out. As I said, this was going on for a while and I never stopped writing. I didn't, because I couldn't complete it. I'd conditioned myself to push myself to write regardless of the circumstances and it has stayed for me. It's like a new trait I've acquired.

I embraced this trait as a lesson learned from the experience of life. I made numerous mistakes while an aspiring writer. The majority of them keep me from making the same mistakes. I still remember how thrilled I was the first time I received a mobile phone and realized that there was a platform that allowed users to write. This day was among the most memorable days of my life. I imagined myself as an author with a huge following and thousands of followers, even though the population isn't quite at the number. I imagined myself going from one interview to the next signing autographs, as well as snapping pictures with my faithful fans. I imagined comparing myself to my favorite writer, Sandra Brown. Please don't make fun of me Please.

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The rush of energy pushed me to the stage and I immediately began writing. I accomplished what I couldn't do in the present: writing five chapters in a row. The thought of having readers was not the only reason behind my excitement. The narrative itself enticed me. My entire life was centered around it. It's true, you have to know how I was constantly researching small towns across the US as well as the time I spent looking up a character's clone via Pinterest or how much I flipped through the dictionary to help me better equip myself with the words.

What do I have to say that's crazy?

I did many things due to the fact that I wanted to convey the story as well as I could, and then present it in a manner that readers would love.

Then, reality struck. There wasn't a lot of interest and my friends were not enthusiastic about reading. It was difficult to put the story to be read due to the fact that I'm in a culture that regards certain genres as serious while others as non-serious. I was crying, I cried and felt angry, and eventually, my updates slowed to zero daily.

My passion for the story has changed into hatred. Pure, absolute hate. I deleted it without even thinking about the decision or the possible consequences.

You can now imagine how terribly I felt when a person walked in and inquired about the book. The woman had taken an absence to cope with the stress of life, and when she returned to the stage, she could not locate the book.

Does this scenario sound familiar? I'm convinced that a lot of writers have had this experience. I've heard from friends who have told me that this happened to them.

You write with enthusiasm and you are pleased with the result. However, your work deserves to be acknowledged however small. You can't be the only one to be aware of the exuberance of the beautiful work you've made. Therefore, you've posted it on the internet hoping for a positive response and genuine enthusiasm. However, when reality hits you are unable to push on.

This isn't a good option to think about. As long as you're excited about the story you are telling; in the event that it keeps you awake at the night and keeps your mind busy for hours on end or close to that, it's worth the effort. It is worth pursuing. The worth of following.

It's hard to not be concerned about opinions However, here's the point don't let the anxiety impede your progress. This shouldn't deter your enthusiasm. The goal first and foremost is to produce that stunning art that has re-established itself within your soul. You're an author. That's why there's nothing that's in the air, beneath the sea, or on land to remove your primary talent that is writing.

Believe in your craft and work hard to work at it. Spend some time thinking or relaxing. Spend time with people you love and your family. Make time to take your time and take care of yourself since you're only alive for a short time.