In the shadows of my dreams, I stand alone, clutching the weight of my first book—a piece of my soul laid bare. Being an indie author feels like walking a tightrope, teetering between hope and despair. The world outside buzzes with voices, while I linger in silence, feeling the sting of rejection and the haunting echo of solitude. Each word I write feels like a cry for acknowledgment, yet it often fades into the void, unnoticed. The journey is beautiful, yet painfully isolating, and I wonder if anyone will ever see me beyond the pages.
#IndieAuthor #Loneliness #FirstBook #WritingJourney #Heartbreak
#IndieAuthor #Loneliness #FirstBook #WritingJourney #Heartbreak
In the shadows of my dreams, I stand alone, clutching the weight of my first book—a piece of my soul laid bare. Being an indie author feels like walking a tightrope, teetering between hope and despair. The world outside buzzes with voices, while I linger in silence, feeling the sting of rejection and the haunting echo of solitude. Each word I write feels like a cry for acknowledgment, yet it often fades into the void, unnoticed. The journey is beautiful, yet painfully isolating, and I wonder if anyone will ever see me beyond the pages.
#IndieAuthor #Loneliness #FirstBook #WritingJourney #Heartbreak



