“If you write a hundred short stories and they’re all bad, that doesn’t mean you’ve failed. You fail only if you stop writing.”
A friend gave me that quote many years ago. I had been working really hard on a book, and was filled with self-doubt. Was it any good? Did the characters seem real enough? Would anyone else understand or love the story as much as I did? She must have sensed my insecurities because she sent me a ‘you can do it, keep on keeping on’ email along with the quote. I wrote the quote on a little neon green post-it note and stuck it to my desk. All these years later, it’s still there, faded with time, but still so very poignant.
So even though a tiny voice sometimes whispers you can’t, I will. And even though my dreams seem unreachable at times, I’ll dream. And because I’m filled with faith in what lies ahead, I’ll keep on writing.