Am I two inches from the floor I can’t see, or the next step is a 200 ft drop?
Been fighting myself over this since i started writing fiction. I face this battle every goddamn time I sit in front of my laptop, the cursor blinking at me, waiting patiently for me to decide if should quit fine writing today, and go back to writing copy, because unlike continuing to write fiction, a ‘real’ job will get my kids through college.
Then the voice of Fantasy taunts: “It is possible, if you keep writing and marketing, that you’ll get well known enough to make a living as a fine writer…I could be an inch from the ground…it’s possible…”
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