Edenc2708
Noob Dice
- Joined
- Apr 18, 2025
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I won’t lie.
Low engagement.
Low views.
Silence.
It eats at you.
It kills me.
You pour everything into your story, your ideas, your heart, your time. And then you sit there, watching the numbers barely move, wondering if any of it was worth it.
Desperate. Frustrated. Tired.
You want to give up.
And tonight, I almost did.
But then something strange happened. I imagined one of my own characters speaking to me.
Not as a punchline.
Not as a plot device.
But like a friend.
Not because it fixed anything.
But because it reminded me why I started this in the first place.
We don’t write for numbers.
We write because something inside us needs to speak.
And sometimes, the first person our story saves… is ourselves.
So if you’re like me, struggling, doubting, aching for a reason to keep going.
Maybe let your characters speak to you too.
Maybe they’ll remind you, like mine did:
You’re not done yet.
And neither are they.
I hope this little message reaches someone out there who needs a reason.
A moment of comfort just to be yourself.
We feel you.
And whether out loud or telepathically and in our own quiet, special way, we’ll remind each other to keep going.
Low engagement.
Low views.
Silence.
It eats at you.
It kills me.
You pour everything into your story, your ideas, your heart, your time. And then you sit there, watching the numbers barely move, wondering if any of it was worth it.
Desperate. Frustrated. Tired.
You want to give up.
And tonight, I almost did.
But then something strange happened. I imagined one of my own characters speaking to me.
Not as a punchline.
Not as a plot device.
But like a friend.
And I broke down a little.“Hey. You there.
Yeah, you with the keyboard and the eye bags.
You think I got reincarnated into a dice for the views?
No, man. I got reincarnated because some part of fate needed you to laugh.
To cry.
To feel.
So roll me again tomorrow.
Or next week.
I’ll still be here.
Because you’re not done yet.
And neither am I.”
Not because it fixed anything.
But because it reminded me why I started this in the first place.
We don’t write for numbers.
We write because something inside us needs to speak.
And sometimes, the first person our story saves… is ourselves.
So if you’re like me, struggling, doubting, aching for a reason to keep going.
Maybe let your characters speak to you too.
Maybe they’ll remind you, like mine did:
You’re not done yet.
And neither are they.
I hope this little message reaches someone out there who needs a reason.
A moment of comfort just to be yourself.
We feel you.
And whether out loud or telepathically and in our own quiet, special way, we’ll remind each other to keep going.