Eeeeeeyup. I struggle with this all the time.
In my inbox this morning:
It’s not the dazzling voice that makes a singer. Or clever stories that make a writer. And it’s not piles of money that make a tycoon. It’s having a dream and wanting to live it so greatly that one would rather move with it and “fail” than succeed in another realm.
Yeah. That.
It seems well-timed, given I’ve been having some flail and worrying about failing and screwing stuff up. But that’s the thing. Failing or no, I’d rather do this than ANYTHING ELSE. Because when I’m NOT in the middle of Post-Critique Flail (which is most of the rest of the year), I friggin’ love what I do. I love hanging out with these characters and exploring new worlds and having both surprise me.
Writing is one of the only areas of my life where I was ever willing to take a big risk…
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disregard the prologue 
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