It's funny how we persist with
patterns. Though our locations, jobs, responsibilities and so on can
change we revert to our most basic modus operandi over time.
Sometimes this can be unpleasant as we return to habits that are in
some way self destructive but more often times I find it's
reassuring. These patterns and activities form our core, the thing
we can always have to fall back to. Not dependent on how well off we
are or where we are in our lives, just on who we are.
For me the big constant that I've
returned to again and again since beginning was writing, nothing
makes me feel the same way and I always return to it, finding some
project to work on. It's amusing at the same time because I have
experienced failure in writing to an extent I haven't seen elsewhere
but it's funny, any success I see, no matter how tiny becomes so
ridiculously magnified that it eclipses all else I've ever achieved.
Recently, it was just somebody saying
they enjoyed my book. And that sentence set flame to countless
rejection letters, deleted all the zeroes I've had to endure. That's
enough at this stage to stick at it for another novel.
And what a novel it will be!
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