I hate that those long, awful moments, just before I start writing, when I think, What the hell am I doing? Who the hell do I think I am? I can't write. This is crazy. I should go mop the floor, or something. At least that has actual practical value.
I'm telling you what, writing is not really about talent at all. It's about sheer, grinding persistence. No one would do this unless they were driven to it by their very nature.
It's a long shot- a stupid bet. You're betting that all those hundreds of hours, and every bit of yourself that you put into your writing will pay off with nothing more than the chance to see your words printed on someone else's paper.
Actually, that's not true. That's not the bet. If that was the bet, no one would do it.
The bet is, if you can do it right, you can impact someone else's life, by letting them live in the world your words created.
Enough whining from me. But here's a great quote:
"If I waited for perfection, I would never write a word."
-Margaret Atwood
