The Hardest Part of Writing The Puppet King

I think behind every piece of art stands an artist who cried in the shower first.

Anyone who takes art seriously and wants to turn it into a career will probably understand me here. Because it is one thing for art to be your hobby—something personal, something that helps you breathe, something that belongs only to you. But the moment you decide to share it with an audience, everything becomes more complicated.

That is when imposter syndrome appears. The constant doubt. The feeling that nothing is good enough. That you could always do more. That it is not original enough.

But none of that makes what you created less valuable. Or less personal. It simply means that once you show it to the world, it feels more exposed.

That was one of the hardest parts of writing The Puppet King.

The other was the loneliness of creating it. Because in the beginning, it is only you and a blank page. And the more you write, the more questions appear. Does this make sense? Is this scene emotional enough? Is it interesting at all?

And let’s be honest, very few people are ready to read your work with genuine interest and give you honest feedback.

Of course, you can always ask friends and family. But they are busy. They will postpone it. They will take their sweet time reading it. And in the end, they may not even be your audience.

Because it is one thing to give my grandmother a dark fantasy novel when she has spent her life reading classics and romance books written decades ago. There is nothing wrong with that. She is simply not my ideal reader.

And that is why I believe loneliness is one of the heaviest parts of creating a project like this.

But if we are talking about a specific scene, the hardest moments to write were the ones where I put my main character through things he did not deserve. Not because I am cruel, but because the story needed it.

Sometimes life is not fair. Good stories are not either.

And finally—battle scenes. Because let’s be honest again: if someone attacked me in real life, my chances of survival would be embarrassingly low. The only weapon I have truly mastered is talking for so long that I bore people into surrender.

So yes, writing this book was difficult in many ways. But I would still choose every doubt, every lonely night, and every hard scene again, because some stories are worth fighting through to bring into the world.

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