Even on my worst days, when the writing seems absolutely wretched--when Twitter and Facebook utterly depress me--when every author seems everywhere else except me--when my website looks sad and outdated--when the thought of having to hawk another book makes me want to pound some rum--when every single thing about the writing life brings me down--
Even on days like that, I never contemplate giving up writing. It's a part of me like breathing and eating and sleeping. Simple as that.
The other things--the things that come from earning a living at this beautifully blessed thing--well, those can bring worries to my front door.
That just makes me like most of the other authors I've met in my lifetime.
Tomorrow will be another day. I'll be typing away, trying to outrun those demons of doubt, praying to God that the words will have some kind of meaning.
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