Have you ever read a book that puts your own writing to shame?
I don’t know, but that’s how I feel about A.S King’s Everybody Sees The Ants. I’m really into this story. And although I haven’t finished it, I really dig the way it’s written. The realism is just wow.
But it comes at a bad time because I’m having some issues with Vikram. It’s expected. Well, in a way. Because as you write a story, the characters start to have a life of their own. And the more you write the more you understand the character and suddenly what you wrote on the first page may not settle well with the character you’re going for. It happens. I get it. But it sucks. And this A.S. King’s book is just so good that it makes me feel like why tf am I writing.
I’ll get over it. Soon.