I was chatting with one of my writing friends and found out that as of a few days ago, he quit his day job and is writing full time. I got oddly excited at the thought, even though I have no plans of quitting my day job. I asked how long it took him to get there.
"10 years I've been writing." He answered.
I could feel my heart break.
As someone who has only recently come to the conclusion that writing is my thing, I knew it wouldn't happen overnight. On the other hand, I didn't realize that it would take so long either.
As of today I've been published for about 3 years now, and honestly even with all the progress that I have made, I don't feel like I am anywhere near where I should be.
My heart breaks again.
The numbers hurt, I won't lie. The months with .35 cent paychecks from book sales, hurts.
I keep going though. I do it for myself. For my readers. I do it for the LGBTQ persons who have not found their comfort yet.
I will write on.
I will continue my journey.
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