Life of a non-native writer...
The unstable writing, the tears from realizing, the sweat shed from learning—more tears—correcting, trying to reach something that would match native writing... but that might also blend with all the other novels.
Maybe it's not what I want.
Maybe that's the flicker inside that follows everything...
Thank god, you're there, big shark. Otherwise, I think I would have quit by now. You've become the blazing torchlight I needed in my life.
Pis peut-être que c'est le temps d'arrêter de me cacher. Parce qu'après tout, j'ai comme un p'tit feeling que y'en a beaucoup plus qui sont dans la même situation que moi qu'on le pense. Ou peut-être pas. Les commentaires le diront peut-être.
Anyway. A special thought to the non-native writers out there... Don't give up. I know it's hard sometimes, but I think it's fucking worth it.