I've had this quote up on a wall for many years. I looked at it often, I looked at the word finished often. It takes a heck of a lot to finish a book.
What compels some of us (quite a few of us, think of all the books in the world) to keep going when so much of the process is heartbreak?
I think in the making of something with words, the grind, the hustle- the heft of the endeavor over years shapes you as much as you are shaping the words.
One day you wake up and the trail of breadcrumbs behind you are gone. There is no turning back. You have to go forward.
There is no more playing it safe.
On that day, you realise to stop writing (get time back, have proper work-life delineation, stay in one world rather than straddling many) is more sickening than writing.
I look at this quote now and everything has changed.
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| Quote by Kae Tempest |
