There’s a novelette I self-published a few years ago. I’ve wrestled with the choices I made, and recent discussions on Twitter have finally settled it for me: it wasn’t my story to tell. Though the story was based on a dream I had about certain gods, writing from the POV of an enslaved girl was never my story to tell.
For a while, I convinced myself that donating 100% of sales to related non-profits was enough, but it was my ego and pride speaking and not true to the person I want to be.
Not every story needs an audience.
I’m pulling the book from publication today.
I apologize to everyone who was offended or made uncomfortable by the story’s existence, even if you never voiced it.
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