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I need to write today. I'm not sure if I'll still feel motivated later though...
For the past couple days, an intrusive thought keeps popping into my head, "What's the point of writing? I'll never get a literary agent. You're gonna spend your whole life chasing a stupid, impossible dream."
I won't give up. Like, I know I'll never stop writing. But why even work so hard on these drafts anymore? Nothing will come of them.
* And I'm not looking to self-publish. I might next year if I cannot find an agent for this particular story.
For the past couple days, an intrusive thought keeps popping into my head, "What's the point of writing? I'll never get a literary agent. You're gonna spend your whole life chasing a stupid, impossible dream."
I won't give up. Like, I know I'll never stop writing. But why even work so hard on these drafts anymore? Nothing will come of them.
* And I'm not looking to self-publish. I might next year if I cannot find an agent for this particular story.
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