I know my novel isn't very good right now, but I'm determined to make it better in the future. It's only three chapters so far, and even though I could rewrite them, I don't really want to—it just feels discouraging. I'm not even sure why I posted it in the first place, but I promise I'll turn it into something worth reading.
I know the worldbuilding is weak, the emotions don't land, and the characters—their backstories, their reasons, their depth—all feel messy and unfinished. These three chapters might be the roughest thing an author could write, but I'll grow from them. I'll write better. I'll turn this story into something I can truly be proud of.
I don't know why I can't write the things I imagine—maybe it's because I don't have enough time, maybe it's because of studies, or maybe it's because I never truly tried to make it my story. But I will. I'll keep trying until the story in my head becomes the story on the page.
Its a promise to my idea