Remember the whole WRITING IS MY IDONTITY thing? She vowed to not use her following to publish because that would undermine her identity as a REAL WROTER.
Years later and THREE failed "books" later, not even her following could save her.
Still hilarious that immediately after that unhinged rant at herself, she eagerly slapped the Ruby Granger name on everything she wrote in hopes of it being a shortcut to getting a book deal for her copy-and-paste ripoffs of existing works. When she printed a Penguin Classics vanity copy of her His Dark Materials clone, it had 'Ruby Granger' on the cover. She won't even put her real name on things that are supposedly meant just for her.
The funny thing is that doesn't seem to realise that if she ditched her unrealistic trophy-chasing dream of being handed a traditional book deal and went all-in on self-publishing, she'd have the 'get out of adulthood free' card she desperately wants.
She could self-publish whatever nonsensical drivel she wants on whatever schedule she wants, she already has a platform to market a book from (and she'd be expected to do just as much self-marketing anyway if she got a book deal), and she'd likely get more money out of self-publishing since she wouldn't be splitting the profits of what little she sells with agents and publishers.
She'd be in a position to keep the numbers close to the vest and claim each book was HOIGHLY SOCKSASSFOL, could brag about publishing 3 books a year to appear VARRY PRODOCKTIVE, and would get to rot in her childhood room living out her AMILY DICKINSON fantasy for another decade while holding up her writing career and YEECHEEB WAAAHRK as full-time jobs. She'd get to play the toxic productivity numbers game she loves so much, constantly bragging that she wrote "FWORE HONDRAD AND TWANTEE-NOINE MILLION-BILLION WAAHRDS TYEUDAYYYY!".
None of her writing would be any good, naturally, but there's no risk of that anyway and she doesn't seem to care. With how much her fans heap blind praise on her, she could simply choose to churn out a plagiarised, incoherent, barely-edited, self-insert mess and believe she's an incredible writer (and she'd be insulated from wider criticism if her book's not being put in the hands of professional critics by publishers to get decimated). She's already rich, so the little money she'd get as a writer wouldn't be a factor for her. She'd still be doing YouTube alongside it and she'd have more time to do her usual fake
bull there. It's a win-win for her.
Instead she's just too delusionally fixated on the external validation and trophy appeal of having Penguin Publishing eventually tell her she's good enough, despite knowing that she has zero talent or passion for it, won't get anything meaningful out of it and will do anything possible to avoid doing the work for herself.