They are in relationships with the most sensitive, emotional, and passionate people out there.
Greatness doesn’t come from a single great idea or Eureka moment. It comes from painstakingly borrowing other people’s work and building on it. We steal our way to greatness.
Just like sex sells, so do tabloids and sadly, the written word is becoming less “written” and more clickbait.
We don’t always write about the people who flatter themselves thinking we do. We don’t always shine a spotlight on every story.
We’re tired of people who use the work we’re not proud of to judge us.
I mean, they say that we are all just stories in the end, after all. Right?
I’m sorry, I’m really not sorry. You can tell me I’m a psycho person still in love with my first love, or that I’m a terrible person for writing about an experience I had, but look, this is my passion as well as the way I make my money. I don’t give a shit what you think.
Maya Angelou rented hotel rooms to write (even though she owned a house) and drank a cup of sherry (even at 6:15 in the morning).
It’s an incremental, iterative journey. You don’t magically arrive. Ever. You just strive to get closer.
“Don’t lament so much about how your career is going to turn out. You don’t have a career. You have a life. Do the work. Keep the faith. Be true blue. You are a writer because you write. Keep writing and quit your bitching. Your book has a birthday. You don’t know what it is yet.”