Decided to post a little blurb from a conversation I had with my best friend.
Me: sometimes I love my writing
My best friend Brock: I'm glad you can recognize that there's stuff there to love. A lot of writers
can't see anything there.
Me: there are dayswhere I have no idea why I still plug away at this where I doubt it will ever be anything and I will have just wasted my life doing this but I love it so much so how can that be a waste Brock: Truth!