Yeah, we're crazy.
- Who else would humbly lap up critical remarks about our works-in-progress and beg for more?
- Who else would work for hours, days, months, years . . . for mere pittance, at times?
- Who else would spend literally hours researching to get it right?
- Who else would research the craziest things, ignoring the strange looks from librarians and knowledgeable people we've begged information from?
- Who else would spend their last dime to get to a conference?
- Who else would go crazy over a dying computer?
- Who else would have lofty feelings of superiority that "those others" aren't a writer?
- Who else would jealously guard your backed-up, saved manuscripts above anything else. Steal everything else, lose everything else, forget about insurance for everything else, but our writing? We're talking valuable stuff here.
- Who else would ignore the continual questions about when you're going to "get" published? After all, un-normal (uh, those who don't write. Smile) people have no idea how hard it is.
- Who else considers all this normalness?
- Who else waits forever to get published?
- Who else endures rejections, critiques, failures, mind blocks, hand cramps, headaches (from concentration and eyestrain), and work, work, work?
Why, crazy writers, of course.
Me.
Quote:
Persevere. Even the snail made it to the ark.
Blessings
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