Careful what you wish for 2.0
But if being loved by a writer is difficult, having a writer fall out of love with you is far worse.
When you inevitably betray a writer’s fantasy of you, they will turn on you like a viper. You won’t have time to react — one push off that pedestal and you’ll fall with an ego-crushing thud.
As quickly as your castle was built by their words, it burns to the ground. Your shadows, your shame, your shared vulnerability is splashed liberally on the page for all to see. Your character — once painted ethereal and pure — is now a twisted demon of a thing. Its creator will not soften their countenance toward you; a writer enraged is unreachable. Hold tight, you must weather the storm.
Yet a writer’s scorn is not the most terrible thing you will suffer. The most terrible of all, is the nuclear winter. The silent, sickening aftermath of a writer’s obsession with you. When all the words have dried up, forever.
After everything; the wild abandon of fantasy, the loving comfort, the dramas, the viper’s bite and the creative spite, the next part is what will really kill you. There is far more suffering in the frigid waters of indifference than anywhere else.
Yes, the very worst thing of all is when your writer stops writing about you.