How many times a day/week/month/year do you wish you could just give up? I mean, I’m not gonna lie, I’m struggling with writing lately and giving up is looking better and better. I get it, those people who give up, I totally get it. Is it worth all the time you put into to when it feels like in the end you’re just screaming into the void and no one is there to respond? That’s pretty much my publishing experience lately. I write a book, I publish a book, no one wants the book. It’s hard. It weighs on you. It sometimes makes it hard for you to keep writing. But no matter how much I want to give up, I just can’t. The voices in my head would probably draw and quarter me if they had no outlet, so I keep on keeping on. I keep writing, keep planning new books. New characters. Even though no one but my family is reading them. The idea that someday, someone out there that isn’t family might pick up my book is enough to keep me publishing.
So to all those out there who are looking at the hardness, who are looking down the tunnel and the light just isn’t there, don’t give up. Just don’t. It sounds easy but I know it isn’t. Trust me. I know how hard it is to keep going when you want to give in. But I haven’t yet, and I hope that despite how hard it gets, I can still keep going. I can still keep pushing myself to take those steps forward even when all I want is to lay down on the side of the road I’m walking. So just know that you’re not alone. That other people out there have been where you are, are still where you are, and in solidarity will keep going with you.
Also, just to make you smile, here’s a picture of Felix the cat. He likes to get all up on my lap when I’m trying to type.