you have to remember, if you're truly writing niche fiction, unusual fiction (and I don't mean writing popular tropes with a twist, or writing within well-selling genres but "a bit different") but truly odd, speculative and experimental fiction, unless you're insanely and extremely lucky, your reader-base is always going to be smaller and harder to find and establish than generic, run-of-the-mill material, because the readers are scarce/uncommon as well 💕
Mia went to college and Immediately started struggling. Because while the Fey's had educated her a great deal they were happy to neglect anything that didn't fit there bubble of a world. She asked what world war two was and got Screamed at for being a ww2 denier, because who Hasn't heard of it?
She spends Hours on top of her already overwhelming schoolwork studying all the 'basics' they never taught. (Or blatantly taught wrong) she goes to a party with lots of alcohol and a room thick with weed smoke and one guy puffing out rings like he's motherfucking Gandalf (a reference she does not yet understand) says "you were in a cult man."
She was in a cult.
Mia gifts Maya some accurate history and science books. Maya, who wants her sisters approval and attention SO bad devouring them and relaying everything she's learned. It makes her feel so nice that Mia calls her every week and pays such close attention- asks questions and clarifications and everything! - despite how busy she is.
Meanwhile Mia's taking desperate notes to Maya's impromptu lectures because she will NOT be seen as a uninformed hick again. She's Mia fucking Fey goddamn it.
//i rly want an Ace Attorney, Mia Fey game so i did a shitty dialogue exercise of Mia meeting her FANTASTIC ASSISTANT
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mia fey might have died today but she will forever live on in my heart
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The only thing I can say about writing right now is that you don’t need to polish or even finish everything you write. Unfinished works hold value just as intrinsically as finished ones; if finishing a project holds no appeal, move on. Maybe one day you’ll return to it, find an idea to nurture and raise. Maybe you’ll never look at it again, but the words were still written. The sentences were crafted. This unfinished thing is a sketch, then, forgotten in the depths of your sketchbook; why should we hold writers to different standards than other artists? Play around and have fun. Finish projects if you want to; move on if you don’t. Don’t guilt yourself over something with no moral bearing. Just write.