I’m grateful all the way down to my toes for the writers who read my work when it’s still bare and bumbling, for the writers who buoy me up when i’m ready to pack it in, for the writers who inspire me through their own work. (Ok, so sometimes I’m not so much inspired as shamed into carrying on, but who cares???!)
Back at it…
“shamed into carrying on” Ain’t that the truth? I look at friends who work full-time jobs and still manage to write and feel like a slacker for not having a higher output than I do!
Hugs to you!