Literary Agent Rachelle Gardner’s post on what happens Behind the Scenes at a Publishing Committee Meeting is enough to make any writer reconsider his/her career choice.
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?