"I don't care if you think your writing is shit," she told me. "It's probably amazing and if you die before I do, I'm going to publish your work. Like Max Brod did for Kafka."
We were sixteen years old and I was mortified by the idea of anyone reading my stories. Reluctantly, I started handing handwritten pages to my closest friends. We all have to start somewhere.
12 years later, I'm still as anxious and insecure about my writing as I was back then, but the group of friends in my corner has grown. They don't care much about writing, but cheer me on every step of the way. Without them, I would have given up in writing a long time ago. They truly are the Brod to my Kafka 🖤