writing professionally is like standing under a giant water-wheel and trying to push the thing in the other direction with your jedi “force”.
it’s a slow, frustrating process, and requires zen-like calm on the brink of irrecoverable ruin.
i’m ruined, but i’m calm and i’m working. i’m moving the wheel against the waves a little bit faster every day. someday, pushing the wheel will be so strong that the water in the river will change direction.
don’t call me sisyphus. that myth has been mined enough in adumbrating the arts, i think.