My Thoughts on a Platter
Any writer - published or not, can tell you that the words we spill out onto the page or tap into the keyboard are by no means superficial. We bleed out our deepest pains, our inner being, and our very soul. Our wildest imaginations, which in any other form would risk sentencing us to mental institutions, leek out into our words and stain the minds of our readers. Our dreams, our loves and our greatest fantasies fly out through the pages, free from the rationalisation or logical restrictions of reality. Nothing can be held back, nothing can be hidden. We lay ourselves out on the silver platter of literature, raw and vulnerable and totally exposed.
For me, this made publishing absolutely terrifying – and of course thrilling at the same time. My childhood dream was coming true, the goal of my obsessions and the thousands of hours I had sacrificed to be alone with my laptop punching away at the plot line and characters of my book – it was all finally paying off. I could actually call myself a published author!
But as the book was released and people started reading through its pages and the ball of marketing began to roll, I found myself holding my breath in anxious anticipation. No longer were my words the idle expressions of my imaginations, sleeping on the screen of my laptop. No, now they were alive, running wild through the world, tearing through the minds of all who read them and ripping the banner of secrecy from my most hidden thoughts.
What would people think? Most people I knew didn’t even know I liked to write, and now suddenly my inmost thoughts were out in the world in black and white.
Despite mixed reviews and ups and downs in sales, I have since gotten over this fear of public opinion. Of course I still desperately want people to enjoy the book and as it’s such an intimate part of my very mind, of course I want to protect it, to nourish it, to watch it blossom before my eyes.
But I’ve realised, not everyone is going to love it, and that’s OK. There’s a reason it’s aimed at a certain age group, a reason it’s a cross between Fantasy and Historical Fiction and there’s a reason why some people will absolutely love it.
As Artists, in any sphere of creativity, we must accept that the lines of privacy, of distance and bubbled space must be sacrificed for the sake of our Art. For Art does not truly live if we do not throw ourselves completely into it, and if we cannot dedicate all that we are to our forms of expression, then we cannot call them expressions at all.
They say it’s good to have opposition in life, because it means you’re standing up for something. I’ve come to think similarly over books. If its flavour wasn’t powerful, potent and absolutely intoxicating, perhaps there would be less haters, but there would also be less people who loved it. It’s like curry – some people can’t stand it and some people can’t get enough of it. What matters is that there’s a flavour, a strong flavour that whips you away and completely engulfs your taste buds.
I guess what I’m saying is, I’m proud of Thieves of Greatness, of its uniquely impactful flavour and if it’s not for everyone, I’m OK with that. But what I do know is that its flavour will unequivocally captivate and totally mesmerise those that do come to love it, because its expression is true to the very core.
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For me, this made publishing absolutely terrifying – and of course thrilling at the same time. My childhood dream was coming true, the goal of my obsessions and the thousands of hours I had sacrificed to be alone with my laptop punching away at the plot line and characters of my book – it was all finally paying off. I could actually call myself a published author!
But as the book was released and people started reading through its pages and the ball of marketing began to roll, I found myself holding my breath in anxious anticipation. No longer were my words the idle expressions of my imaginations, sleeping on the screen of my laptop. No, now they were alive, running wild through the world, tearing through the minds of all who read them and ripping the banner of secrecy from my most hidden thoughts.
What would people think? Most people I knew didn’t even know I liked to write, and now suddenly my inmost thoughts were out in the world in black and white.
Despite mixed reviews and ups and downs in sales, I have since gotten over this fear of public opinion. Of course I still desperately want people to enjoy the book and as it’s such an intimate part of my very mind, of course I want to protect it, to nourish it, to watch it blossom before my eyes.
But I’ve realised, not everyone is going to love it, and that’s OK. There’s a reason it’s aimed at a certain age group, a reason it’s a cross between Fantasy and Historical Fiction and there’s a reason why some people will absolutely love it.
As Artists, in any sphere of creativity, we must accept that the lines of privacy, of distance and bubbled space must be sacrificed for the sake of our Art. For Art does not truly live if we do not throw ourselves completely into it, and if we cannot dedicate all that we are to our forms of expression, then we cannot call them expressions at all.
They say it’s good to have opposition in life, because it means you’re standing up for something. I’ve come to think similarly over books. If its flavour wasn’t powerful, potent and absolutely intoxicating, perhaps there would be less haters, but there would also be less people who loved it. It’s like curry – some people can’t stand it and some people can’t get enough of it. What matters is that there’s a flavour, a strong flavour that whips you away and completely engulfs your taste buds.
I guess what I’m saying is, I’m proud of Thieves of Greatness, of its uniquely impactful flavour and if it’s not for everyone, I’m OK with that. But what I do know is that its flavour will unequivocally captivate and totally mesmerise those that do come to love it, because its expression is true to the very core.
Emily's website
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