No one cares about your project. Your book that you’re writing? That album you’re slaving away at? The recital next weekend? Your costume for the next convention? Nope. No one cares about it. …until they do. You know this part of the story all too well. The fame, the haters, the coattail-riding, the accolades, the interviews, the legions of newbies ripping it off… You know this part...
Six months ago, I quit a perfectly decent well-paying job at one of the “Big Four” firms in America to write cyberpunk fiction novels. And there’s not a day that goes by where I don’t ask myself “Why do I even fucking bother?” This morning, I decided to try to figure that out, because honestly, it’s driving me a bit mad. Let me unpack the situation a...
“How do you feel?” I think it’s instinctual for people to ask that question when you tell them you’ve just finished a big project. And I’ve been asked it a dozen or so times since I put the last period on the last sentence of the Marlowe Kana Volume 4 manuscript. And in every single iteration, I’ve answered the same way: “Good. TIRED. Relieved.”...
What even is selling out?
90 days is all it takes to prove that you can do anything you put your mind to. It's not easy, but it's worth it.
When something's done, let it be done and move on -- but don't call anything done until you know it's the best you can do.
Starting sucks... But it's the only way to get to the end.
Which is worse: using a word correctly but not how people understand it, or using a word the way people understand it and being incorrect?
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