Intrinsic is who you are, what you’re made of. You can’t force it and you certainly can’t change it.
I am a reader. I love to read. And when I started writing I naturally found myself comparing my work to the authors I’ve grown to love. Either one of two things happened. I either felt superior, which is bad, or I found myself completely discouraged, which is worse.
After months of trying to change my work to be better (?), to reflect what is already out there, I have finally come to one conclusion.
The world doesn’t need another Jane Austen, or Steven King, or Stephenie Meyer, or Shakespeare, or fill in the blank. But they might just need you or me. My writing style is mine, it may not be Pulitzer Prize worthy, and it may have way too many adverbs and sentences starting with I, but it’s how I write. It’s what comes naturally. It’s intrinsic.