I'm not like other writers. I don't just start typing and keep writing a story until the end. When I write, I stop, I abandon my project, start writing about something totally different in a different genre, stop, abandon everything and the cycle is always the same.
When I started writing Black Ink, I thought this story was going to be another one of my "almost-books" and that I was going to just forget about it after writing 2 or 3 chapters. I wrote the first two chapters and after a while I decided to post them here and see what happened.
I posted the link on tumblr and my story started getting some readers. Seeing that some people enjoyed my story was good enough for me to keep writing. I kept writing and posted chapters and I remember getting too excited every time someone voted or commented on a chapter. It would make my day and I'm not even joking. I started seeing the same people commenting or voting and it felt great to know that I had readers and that they were liking what I was writing. I would memorize usernames and every time I posted a chapter those people were always there to comment and vote.
When I wrote the last chapter of this book, I cried a bit. I didn't want to end this book, I didn't want to lose all my loyal readers. I didn't want to lose my motivation, because that's what all of you are to me. You are my inspiration and you are my strength to keep going.
After finishing this, I kept receiving more and more readers and I know my story is nowhere as popular as the majority of the books here on wattpad but I don't care about that. It doesn't matter if I have 5 readers or 100, I will always love every single one of you with all my heart.
I'm so proud of what I've accomplished with this story and you are the reason for my gratitude. I cannot thank you enough for making me the happiest girl in the world, but I'm going to try anyway:
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!
I love you all more than you can imagine,
Catherine
(Maybe I'll be able to write another story for you in the future. Who knows?)
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BLACK INK | Luke Hemmings
FanfictionHe worked in the tattoo parlour across the street and she worked in the florist around the corner. He was the dark guy and she was the colourful girl. They didn't have anything in common but when Luke buys flowers in Noelle's shop for the first ti...
