It does seem a mad thing to be a fiction writer anyway–
Very few of us get paid very little, a majority do not get paid at all, and there are more aspirants than authors amidst the thousands and thousands of writer-bloggers in the English-Blogging-Universe I live in.Most fiction writers are considered “crazies” because they live more in their heads with their characters than in the real world with friends and relatives.I could go on.
Some days, when it is exceptionally hard to squeeze another word out my pen, I question my own wisdom at attempting fiction. On instinct, I run to books for solace, and if by misfortune I pick up an author I already admire, or end up admiring at the end of my reading session, I run howling again. What could a midget like me have to say after giants like these, that a reader may still like to hear?
But then I go back to writing again, an hour, a day, a week later, because I can’t help it. I’m writing before I know it.
What makes you stick to your writing, and keeps you going back where you left off?