Maybe this is because I'm sick with a bad cold and can't go outside, but I started getting really down on myself last night. Other people are out in the world getting published and winning awards, but I'm just sitting at home and playing video games and writing fanfiction. There's nothing inherently wrong about writing fanfiction, of course, but like. No August Derleth is going to magically see my hidden talent and magically swoop down like a fairy godmother and magically create a literary legacy for me. I had actually once hoped that I could be like August Derleth and uplift my own friends, but unfortunately I am nothing and no one.
(By the way, if you've never done an image search for August Derleth, you totally should. That boy was built like a brick house. He could uplift my literary legacy any day if you get what I'm saying.)
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That's not great. But I guess, if nothing else, it does motivate me to use my own full legal name to publish stories about monsterfucking. Not that many people have my family name, and it would be gratifying to make it forever associated with something I believe in, which is that your blood isn't your destiny.
(By the way, if you've never done an image search for August Derleth, you totally should. That boy was built like a brick house. He could uplift my literary legacy any day if you get what I'm saying.)
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That's not great. But I guess, if nothing else, it does motivate me to use my own full legal name to publish stories about monsterfucking. Not that many people have my family name, and it would be gratifying to make it forever associated with something I believe in, which is that your blood isn't your destiny.