We love when others are inspired by others – but they take that to do something positive. And it’s positive when you are inspired to write. That’s part of our love for Wattpad.
This weeks Wattpad writer of the week is The Sunshine Prince. Read the interview below-
When did you start writing on Wattpad?
April of 2013, I believe.
What inspired you to write on Wattpad?
Before Wattpad, I was a huge fan of quotev, until someone told me about Wattpad and I decided to get out of my comfort zone and give it a shot.
What has writing on Wattpad taught you?
I think it’s taught me not to take myself so seriously all the time. It’s okay to write and have fun with it. It’s okay to want to write for yourself- and not plan your writing to make other people happy.
Why did you choose to write fan fiction?
I’d been a part of the fandom for years and I’d been reading other stories like After and Dark, so I figured I’d give it a shot.
What is your favorite part of writing fan fiction?
My favorite part is the way people react to every new update. It’s like they invest themselves into your stories so much and enjoy every twist and turn as it comes.
What fandom would you think would be the hardest to write?
Harry Potter, probably. Because there is just so much to remember and I’m sure if you mess up even a little detail, people would come at you like “it’s all wrong.”
What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received from a fan?
I think whenever anyone takes the time to comment on anything I write is compliment enough. Like, people are taking time out of their lives to read what I have to say and they feel something about it. But, I think the best compliments are the ones where people are like “oh my god I’m crying so hard.” Or “I’m actually sobbing.” They make me feel like I’m doing something right.
Who are your favorite published authors?
I’m a huge JK Rowling fan, but I am also really obsessed with Ellen Hopkins and S.E Hinton.
What advice do you have for Wattpad writers?
Just take it easy on yourself. Writing is hard work and you’re going to feel pressured to put something out there all the time. Don’t strain yourself. Be patient. Writing on Wattpad is supposed to be fun, and the moment it stops being fun is the moment that you’ve overworked yourself.
Who is your favorite Wattpad author?
I love, love imaginator1D I think the whole after series is brilliant in every form of the word.
Cathartics is amazing as well. Her stories are so well written and she always finds a way to make me laugh.
Tell us about your favorite story you have written and why people should be reading it?
Obviously, the story I’m most proud of is Recovery and its sequel, Relapse. It’s real.things aren’t going to be perfect- not all the time and I feel like sometimes we all go through awful things that change who we are . Sometimes we’re able to become better people as long as we have someone by our side helping us along the way.
Here’s a snippet from Chapter 29 of Recovery…
“With a scoff and a few curse words, I threw open his car door and slammed it shut behind me. Without so much as a smirk he sped off, his tires squealing as he rounded the corner. What the fuck.
I didn’t know where I was and it had started to rain. I was wet, freezing, and on the verge of crying. My shoulder still throbbed. I couldn’t believe him. More importantly, I couldn’t believe I had spent four months of my life absolutely obsessed with him.
I could have called my parents or Ariana or Amelia, but for some reason I dialed Harry’s number instead. I couldn’t help my fingers when they pressed his name.
“Lillian.” I was so grateful he had answered.
“Harry,” I started, my voice cracking. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. “You’re not busy, are you?”
“Not exactly, why? What’s up?”
“Louis left me,” I was choking on my own sobs at this point, the tears streaming down my face getting mixed in with the rain. “We were in the car and- get out- and I need you.”
“Woah, slow down. Where are you?” His voice was panicky and I heard something slam in the background.
I read the green street sign above my head and he told me he would be there soon. I sat on the curb and perked my head up at every car whose headlights flashed in my direction.
When his black truck pulled down the street, I quickly stood up. I needed for him to make everything better. He always made everything better.
“God Lillian, are you alright?” He asked when I plopped into the passenger seat.
Instead of answering, I began sobbing all over again. He did what he always did and pulled me into him. His chin rested on my head and my head rested on his muscular chest.
His murmurs of “it’s going to be fine” and “you’re okay now” and “I love you.” were all too familiar and felt all too right.
“You’re always saving me,” I told him, wiping my eyes as I pulled away. I buckled myself in and tried to ignore the pain in my shoulder as I did so.
“I’d be superhuman for you if you needed me to be,” he smiled and my brain turned to mush.