Writing isn’t red carpets and fame. It’s tiny, dark rooms, wrestling over the perfect words, asking yourself why the f*ck you thought writing was a good career choice.
Writing isn’t red carpets and fame. It’s tiny, dark rooms, wrestling over the perfect words, asking yourself why the f*ck you thought writing was a good career choice.
Don’t write like a textbook. Or a corporate shill. Write like a human being and say something real.
For the longest time I believed so many lies. After each major accomplishment in my life, no matter how big or small, it felt hollow. Always. Graduations, promotions, raises, awards… it felt good in the moment, the ego got a nice boost, but the happiness was fleeting. It would quickly change to resentment. Was this what I was doing with my life?
Writers write. That’s all there is to it.