No One Cares. Create Anyway.

When I started writing down my thoughts, I worried that someone would read them. The purpose of writing and publishing in public was that I wanted people to read them. This conflict raged constantly in my head. I wanted attention. I didn't want questions. But the two come together. If someone pays attention to what you write, they are likely to ask you questions about it. I wanted people to be curious about my life. But not too nosy. The contradiction grew unbearable, and I gave up on writing. My relationship with writing has been turbulent. Rocky. Off and on. Confusing too. I cared too much about people's verdict on my thoughts. So I kept it to myself most of the time. I started writing fiction. Because I couldn't live without writing. The craving to write has only intensified with the passing of time. I genuinely feel I was born to write about everything under the sun. I also know I am not that great a writer. I can think of great stories though. So after I ran away from everyone's…