I'm a big fan of the message in the "Fool" tarot card, someone stepping blithely into the universe unaware of the challenges ahead. Sometimes if you understood how much the bullets could hurt, you wouldn't be unable to dodge them effortlessly.
I hope I can dodge a few bullets, Shane. I'm feeling beat up, but that's also the nice thing about being in the "middle" of the tough times. Like I said to Corey, I think I've come so far on this journey it'd be a shame to quit now, and I'm glad I can't know how long it will take to see my goals turn into reality. I am a fool indeed.
Mine went like this (though I haven't said it in a year or so), “If I had known how maddening the process of writing fiction can be, how the frustrations only embolden the obsession and steal sleep, I'm not sure I would’ve attempted that first novel.”
And that was how it started, me saying, “I wonder if I could write a book.” So I did it. Of course, it was atrocious, but it set in motion the journey I’m on now, and I don’t regret it. Ever.
I absolutely refuse to quit and have never considered it, not even at my lowest point. Moreover, I’m confident I will reach those very high goals I’ve set.
It is funny, though, looking back at the moment I decided to write that novel—I had no clue what was in store for me, and I certainly didn’t know what I was doing.
I find there are even levels of the ignorance. The moment I'm in now, struggling to sell my book, and with a deadline looming, I have the blind belief that a break is just over the horizon, if I can hold on for one more day, I'll be glad.
That's what keeps me going, and the ignorance that says, "I've come so far; it'd be a shame to quit now." In reality, I may look back and what I thought was so far will only be the shortest of distances toward my dreams...
I'm a big fan of the message in the "Fool" tarot card, someone stepping blithely into the universe unaware of the challenges ahead. Sometimes if you understood how much the bullets could hurt, you wouldn't be unable to dodge them effortlessly.
I hope I can dodge a few bullets, Shane. I'm feeling beat up, but that's also the nice thing about being in the "middle" of the tough times. Like I said to Corey, I think I've come so far on this journey it'd be a shame to quit now, and I'm glad I can't know how long it will take to see my goals turn into reality. I am a fool indeed.
You nailed it.
Mine went like this (though I haven't said it in a year or so), “If I had known how maddening the process of writing fiction can be, how the frustrations only embolden the obsession and steal sleep, I'm not sure I would’ve attempted that first novel.”
And that was how it started, me saying, “I wonder if I could write a book.” So I did it. Of course, it was atrocious, but it set in motion the journey I’m on now, and I don’t regret it. Ever.
I absolutely refuse to quit and have never considered it, not even at my lowest point. Moreover, I’m confident I will reach those very high goals I’ve set.
It is funny, though, looking back at the moment I decided to write that novel—I had no clue what was in store for me, and I certainly didn’t know what I was doing.
I find there are even levels of the ignorance. The moment I'm in now, struggling to sell my book, and with a deadline looming, I have the blind belief that a break is just over the horizon, if I can hold on for one more day, I'll be glad.
That's what keeps me going, and the ignorance that says, "I've come so far; it'd be a shame to quit now." In reality, I may look back and what I thought was so far will only be the shortest of distances toward my dreams...