You don’t write to be loved. Or remembered. Or compensated. I mean, all of those things are nice, but that’s not why you write. It is not a career one recommends too often if your goal is wealth. Or simplicity.
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— CBC Books (@cbcbooks) September 18, 2014
No. But if you do happen to achieve something when you write, even when you don’t expect it, especially when you don’t expect it, at that moment you start to wonder whether your views about the nature of the universe are in line with the reality you are currently living.
I know these things are crap shoots. They always are. I’ve been on juries and you can see how quickly something of value can vanish from a list. At the end of the day, this stuff doesn’t mean anything. Except that it does.
