Another kind of diversity we need in writing is protagonists without love interests. Give me adults with full-fledged stories that don't include falling in love.

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Another kind of diversity we need in writing is protagonists without love interests. Give me adults with full-fledged stories that don't include falling in love.
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ARTISTS ARE NOT LIKE ATHLETES.
WE CANNOT WIN GOLD. WE CANNOT 'BEAT’ OTHER CREATIVES. WE CANNOT COME FIRST. SPORT IS OBJECTIVE. OUR CRAFT IS SUBJECTIVE. CREATING TO 'BE THE BEST' IS A WASTE OF ENERGY.
INSTEAD, CREATE TO CONNECT TO THE PEOPLE WHO NEED YOU. BECAUSE THEY'RE OUT THERE. CREATE IN YOUR WAY. BECAUSE THERE IS NO RIGHT WAY. TAKE THE PRESSURE OFF, AND FOCUS ON YOUR UNIQUE BRAND OF MAGIC.
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