I'm pretty proud of myself.
Not only have a written a bunch of books,
but they're pretty good, (to me, of course) and I worked hard to make
them good. I didn't slack off. I put real effort in. I've learned a very
efficient process, allowing my facile approach to be productive, and
I've learned from every effort. I now believe I've got the "great" book
in me, which will come out if everything happens just right. It means
that I just need to keep writing.
The outside world? Incredibly complicated, and not necessarily fair.
The thing I learned forty years ago is still more or less true: "It's luck, timing, and who you know..."
You can pretty much starve to death waiting for those things to happen.
One
of the writer's group members was talking about the online group she belongs
to where everyone is focused on writing many many words and making
money.
Why? What's the point? Really? Where's the pride? What do they really get out of that?
The
vast majority won't succeed at being hacks. Not failing as a writer,
that's pretty much a given, but failing as a hack. What a waste of
energy and life.
How do they feel at night?
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