I’ve been writing fiction for over twenty years and this journey has had its ups and downs. Trying to publish traditionally comes with its own bed of thorns and a sort of malaise or jadedness about writing can come over a writer who’s rejected one too many times.
Still, I write. I edit, I submit queries to agents.
One of the things I started doing was to “count my blessings”, “practice gratefulness” as so many people say I must. Maybe I’m lucky that I’m in relatively good health and that I can write. Maybe I’m lucky that I can be a writer.