Yes, I know. I recently told you to quit, if you must.
But it’s all part of the same game.
When you commit to writing, you don’t commit to a job. You commit to a lifestyle.
It’s not easy for other people to understand how you can spend so much time alone, thinking, dreaming. It’s not always that they’ll forgive you missing birthday parties or forgetting to show up for dinner, or disappearing for days on end, with your phone off and your head elsewhere.
It’s a sacrifice you’re making, to share your story.
It’s a sacrifice we need, to share our humanity.
So you see, quitting is not an option. Shit happens. It’s part of life. Persevere. Keep writing against all odds. Above all, if nothing else, it’ll make you happy. It’ll open YOU to yourself, and it’ll scare the shit out of you, and it’ll elate you to the highs of orgasm. Fuck, it’ll change you, forever. This process alone is incredible.
Finance this however you can. Hustle. Bustle. Twist like a worm (a Russian saying).
BUT DON’T YOU QUIT.
You’re closer to making it than you think. Just ask those who have read and loved your writing.