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Don’t Fall In Love With A Writer

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Please, please… Don’t fall in love with a Writer.

They will pour out their deepest emotions and every feeling through words that have been neatly orchestrated into the loveliest poetry you’ve ever read.

They will be speechless while looking into your eyes because they are already perfecting sentences which describe how your eyes…your scent…your voice take them to places they’ve never known before.

They will write you emails of love and appreciation for which all they wish in return is that your heart read the feelings which they openly dared to bleed onto paper for your eyes to see.

They will be ooey, gooey, delicious in their delivery of gratitude for your presence in their life and create visions which you’ve only heard about in fairy tales…yet in their sphere each and every letter is delivered from the overflowing of their heart’s love meter.

They will love you at a depth you’ve not known or shall ever know again.

Writers are the dreamers of the world and are brave enough to tell you all the things which society tells you to hold inside; yet we can not. A writer must write or a piece of them dies within.

- A Writer needs a Reader in their life.

Someone to read the words they dare share; for a writer will find the greatest joy in elaborating about clouds, raindrops and the delicious taste of air on a dewy morn. Or the sensuality of the Universe that they wish to explore through your eyes perspective.

Someone to fan their flames of dreamy yet daring words strewn across pages and pages over a lifetime.

Yes, a Writer needs a Reader in their life — so don’t you dare fall in love with one if you aren’t willing to read chapter after chapter of the words written by their heartstrings.

In love….

Arabella Marie

Copyright January 31, 2019

Don’t Fall In Love With A Writer was originally published in C.R.Y on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

Everything you need to know about bliss

Everything You Need to Know About Bliss

No miracles here, please.

Three years ago I was an empty cup. I used to think that art and music were overestimated and they didn’t add value to my time. Thank Earth they didn’t listen to what I said and they both saved my life in the end.

In my new life, what I enjoy the most is listening to music while I am in motion. Running, driving my car or riding the bike I used to dream about until six months ago. It is totally alike to my childhood bike and I was sure I would never find it. BUT I did find it accidentally only for $50! Someone was cleaning his garage and put it on sale. He didn’t want to just throw away what I was looking for like a treasure. How cool is that?

So I was talking about music and motion. Yes, this gives me another emotion for life. It sparks the will for life and action. A will that I don’t always have. Most of the times this is my strength to feed my brain to keep going. I never go back home without a new idea for my better living. I never go back home without philosophy making love with my brain. Sweet love that spreads beautiful kids everywhere.

Nature has an unbeaten strength. It gets in your lungs through breath and becomes your spirit. It comes in and gives you the strength you need to realize that you alone are enough for yourself to be happy. You are enough for yourself. You can raise your personality and train yourself to find the bliss you need to flow all around yourself and the others around you next. You can raise. What you are facing right now is only a period of your life, it is not the story of your life.

I know you are tired. I know you may not even have the will to do what it takes. But friend, you need to empty your glass from spoiled milk so as to fill it with vodka. If you don’t empty it, you will just stay still and watch your spoiled milk while holding your vodka for months or even years. Or if you are like me, you will be pouring vodka over the spoiled milk and blame yourself that you always ruin everything.

Give yourself time to empty your glass, then clean it and finally pour your awesome drink and ice. Make a glorious drink, because you did the nicest job in your life.

You alone are enough for yourself to be happy. All you need to do is one thing and only. Remove the disturbance from your mind. Remove the voices, the fears. Hell afterlife may be a myth. But hell in the only one life you have is maybe one of the only truths that we truly know. And most of them are illusions of your culture, family, and land you were born. Write them down, investigate each one of them and whatever doesn’t serve your life, throw them to rubbish like the gorgeous asshole you are.

We were born happy and we are happy when we remove the noise. The noise causes fear. I know you are a parent, I know you are an employee, I am not writing from my swimming pool drinking my martini. We are all together in this. What I know for sure is that all we need to be ok is to have a healthy body and a calm mind.

The solution to this problem is to dig inside. Deep, deep inside. Stay alone for some time, the more you can the best the result. The key to open the door is to welcome philosophy in your life. Don’t read it as a lesson. This is a crime that has been committed in schools all around the globe. Philosophy is energy that is being generated within you and flows all around spreading seeds and giving flowers. Welcome the humble art in your life. Don’t dig so deep and dark alone. And please, don’t deal with those who pretend to be artists and use this precious diamond for personal benefit. They are totally misleading, they not only don’t help, but they are also harmful. You know what I mean.

The most common mistake we do is to pretend to philosophize, while we need to be philosophers in life. There is no reason to pretend to have a healthy and sporty body when we need to go to the hospital. Words remain words and the patient dies.

Another factor is information. Information is all around us, but how much of this information is put to the plan? Information alone is dead. No subject, no mental work is beneficial when it doesn’t get to the action. Information is dead when it doesn’t help the person to make their life better and do the next step. Getting motivation without action can become an addiction and an illusion of action. I am not talking about me, just a friend of mine.

When we invest in our personal time, our minds become more expensive and we attract better buyers. The buyers that have worked enough in their life to deserve our company and have the skills to “buy” it. Some people communicate underground without talking. To find them you need to dig your way down there.

When you are enough for your bliss, you are enough for more things than you can imagine. Take deep breaths and invest in your personal time. What follows becomes our personal story.

Everything you need to know about bliss was originally published in C.R.Y on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

The Pressure of What’s Next

How can enjoy my victories when there’s still so much to do.

Image by: Aaron Blanco

What’s next?

What’s next, what’s next, what’s next?

Just this past week, I reached a financial milestone I’d set for myself at the beginning of last year. It was a moment for me. A moment to be proud, to take a minute to reflect on an achievement 12 months in the making. I sat alone in my room and stared out the window trying to absorb what was surely a milestone accomplishment.

But all I could think of is what’s next. What is next?

This pressure I’m feeling is all self-inflicted. My life is the calmest it’s ever been. My daughter let me read an essay she wrote and in it, she says that she’s genuinely happy. So financially I feel secure, my family is happy, yet I’m overcome by this intense pressure to do more. To be more.

And I don’t know how to turn it off. I don’t even want to turn it off. What I want is for the person I see in my mind to protrude into reality. I still feel like I’m in this shell that’s falling off bit by bit when all I really want to do is break through the damn thing.

But something’s holding me back. Not doubt or fear or not knowing what I want to accomplish. It’s neither of those things. It’s like I know all the answers to the test but I’m not ready to check all the boxes. It’s like I’m seeing who I could be, knowing what I could be, but dealing with the frustration and anxiety of how slowly it’s taking me to get there.

And I don’t want to be patient. If someone else tells me, “Things take time,” or “Your time will come soon,” I’m going to grab whatever’s closest and throw it across the room. I’m going to put my face into a pillow and scream and scream till I bypass being patient and fast-forward to the life I’ve already made clear in my mind.

YOU

I see what’s happening. I see all of it. I’ve tried being patient through all these announcements by other writers. I’ve tried being positive as more and more readers are finally starting to CRY with me. I’m trying not to commit the cardinal sin of comparison, and on my better days, may actually succeed.

But then the timer in my head starts ticking away. The hourglass has flipped. A stopwatch with no end in sight.

“What’s next,” I say. “What’s next…

CRY

The Pressure of What’s Next was originally published in C.R.Y on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

The book that will make you love your life again, in 2019

The Book that Will Make You Love Your Life Again In 2019Photo by Max on Unsplash

Loving our lives is not always evitable. There are days when we hate almost everything around us, we can’t cope with our everyday routines and the demands of ourselves and others. Some days are only about blaming ourselves for the mistakes we have made and others to wonder whether we have made the right choices that lead to the life we have today.

Life is difficult. Life is demanding. And our feelings some days overflow, taking us to miserable and dark paths. We think that these dark feelings are here to stay, and most of the times we feel that this will be our lives forever. Disappointment, self-pity, doubt, and anger. Frustration. Cool emotions that appear only to mislead us from our goal and lead only to self-sabotage.

I don’t know much in life. The only thing I know for sure though is that all this frustration and worry have one answer only. Three magic letters that form a glorious but humble word. Art. Art is the answer, art is the door. Imagine I am the person that thought that art was pointless and I didn’t feel anything regarding art. I guess that’s why I screwed it all up in my life by the age of 30.

Some wonderful people have worked alone on their desks, writing about their lives and worries long before we learned to walk. Some people dedicated their most precious feelings and wrote them down, leaving their magic over time. You have already thought about your favorite authors as you are reading this and I am sure about that. But today, let me get your attention to speak about a very beautiful, plain but gorgeous book I have read recently and made me feel happy to be alive, even the days I hate waking up in the morning.

Jostein Gaarder is a Norwegian author. He spent his first years of self-research in philosophy and literature in Oslo. You may have heard about him because he has written another popular book, “Sophie’s World”. This is the first book that made him known and lovable to many people. It is very easy to love a person that explains in simple words the magic of life and how simplicity in thought make things look, even be better.

“The Orange Girls” is so easy to read. You may finish it even on a weekend. A boy has run into his dad’s letters to him, eleven years after his death. He was only four years old when he died and his only memory was his dad and him on the balcony watching the stars and his dad talking about the magic of life and cosmos. In his letters, his dad is talking about a girl he met in his early years of adolescence. A girl that would always hold oranges in her arms. A beautiful girl that made his heart spark from pure love and desire. A magical girl that made him cry from happiness and the will to live.

What makes this book outstanding is the way it makes you feel the spark of magic through the wonder of the universe and cosmos.

“There is a huge difference between a mirror that shows your face and a telescope that shows you the universe”

Happiness, time, love for others and grief, all in a period of time so short, but when fully lived, enough amount of days to be felt. I don’t want to be a nerd spoiler, even though it is very difficult for me to stop.

I think most of our grief comes from our lack of awareness of where we are. We are the gorgeous result of molecular development for four billion years. We have more in common with elephants, trees, and mushrooms than we think. We have absolutely no idea of what is going on. We are absolutely unaware of the macrocosm and the microcosm we are part of.

What I learned about my psychology is that the days that I spend my time with mental work and research about the infinity, the cosmos, the macrocosm and microcosm, is a thrilling day of happiness even though everything around me is the same as the days that I am depressed. The most pleasant hard work is the work of awareness.

For some people, time is limited and life is sweet. What I know, is that one life is enough when it is consciously lived. And for me, books are doors and the choice I make is the key.

The book that will make you love your life again, in 2019 was originally published in C.R.Y on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

Finding my ambition

The moments that turned surviving into living.Photo by Thomas Bonometti on Unsplash

I grew up in a few different places, but the one that left the biggest mark on me was a town of about two thousand people in southern Alberta, Canada. The landscape is dominated by the sky, prairie and the distant Rocky Mountains.

Socially, it was dominated by religion. The majority of people in my town are Mormons. If you aren’t Mormon, or if you choose not to follow that lifestyle, you are severely disconnected from local society.

In the life-cycle of a Mormon, there are a few critical stages. One is born and grows up under the lessons of the church. At a Mormon’s 18th birthday, life begins to differ for men and women. Men are expected to spend two years of their life on a mission, spreading the teachings of the Bible and Book of Mormon. For women, it’s expected that they go to post-secondary school (preferably Brigham Young University, a private school owned by the church) where they will complete a degree and find a returned missionary to marry to start a family as soon as possible.

I had what felt like an explosive exit from that lifestyle, but that’s something I’ve already written about.

For those of us who were older teenagers approaching the end of High School and weren’t following the Mormon lifestyle, it was a strange experience. Most of our peers had very specific goals in mind. They were going to follow “the plan” and we weren’t.

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I remember a conversation I had with a friend of mine in the spring before graduation.

“Everyone here wants to do something with their lives, but I kinda don’t. I just…” he looked up at the sun, then back to me, perched on the arm of a park bench wearing my black jeans, boots and “leather” jacket. “I just want to sit here more, y’know?”

That feeling of just wanting to “sit here more” was pervasive. Unlike our peers, we didn’t have a planned life cycle. We didn’t know what the next step was supposed to be, so simply not taking one was appealing.

What ended up happening was most of my friends moved into a house in Lethbridge, the nearest real city. I didn’t join them. I was anxious about making enough money, and my parents disapproved. I let those feelings win.

I got a job working at a toy store in Lethbridge, and soon I was making enough money to buy my first car. I spent a lot of time with my friends in their house, and it was fun. We played a lot of video games and used the secret university student coupon code to get cheap pizzas, even though none of us were going to school.

This carried on for a few years. A few years where nothing substantial happened. We were just living our lives. Sitting there more. I was working at a job that wasn’t going anywhere. I had been telling myself for years that I wanted to be a writer, but I hadn’t written anything. I hadn’t been blogging, I hadn’t written a draft of a novel, I hadn’t even been writing adventures for Dungeons and Dragons. I was just sitting there.

The same friend I had that conversation with came to the realization around the same time I did. This could not go on. We needed to do something.

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Fortune smiled on us. A few of our older friends were looking to move into a bigger space than their cramped, two-bedroom apartment in Calgary. We all searched rental sites and discovered that a small house with the rent split five ways would be cheaper than almost any rental apartment we could find.

We jumped on the opportunity. I got a job as an assistant manager with a pet store, and I told myself I would start writing. Nothing really came from it. I didn’t prioritize my writing. I would go to work, come home tired and play video games. I dated a few women but for a whole host of different reasons, that was Hell on Earth, so that stopped quickly.

After about a year, I realized I was doing the same thing I had been doing right after graduation. I was surviving. I wasn’t living. I wasn’t doing anything.

I was still hugely uncomfortable with the idea of trying to find a career to pursue for the rest of my life, but I did some reading. Two of my favourite authors, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman started their careers as journalists. I looked at local schools and decided to go to an open house for the Southern Alberta Institute of Technology. I spoke with some instructors from the journalism program and left, inspired.

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Hard work without focus will get you nowhere

Hard Work Without Focus Will Get You Nowhere

Hard work without focus will get you nowhere. A thought-provoking Boston Globe feature demonstrates this simple but often-ignored truth.

In fact, The Globe’s reporters found that high school valedictorians; presumably some of the hardest working students in their classes, were likely to be failures. In-depth, 25% of the valedictorians did not complete a bachelor’s degree and 40% made less than $50,000 a year.

One in four of the valedictorians aspired to be doctors but none completed medical school. Shockingly, four of the 93 valedictorians The Globe studied admitted to being homeless at least once since high school.

What happened here? Why did Boston’s “best and brightest” achieve so little after high school? My guess is that these students did not learn to focus, or worse trained themselves to focus on the wrong things.

How High School teaches you hard work without focus

“Being busy is a form of mental laziness.” -Tim Ferriss

To explain, earning honors in your average American high school requires a long record of accomplishments and a lot of busy work. For example, they name a student valedictorian for getting good grades in all her classes, playing several sports, and taking part in a lot of activities.

A valedictorian could participate on the football team, the basketball team, the track team, ROTC, drama club, glee club, debate, student government, and three or four other activities. In addition, the valedictorian could take several advanced placement (AP) classes in widely divergent subjects.

Thus the valedictorian does not learn how to focus. Instead, he or she learns how to do an okay job at a lot of different things and act busy. The valedictorian learns how to be a mediocre football player, an off-key singer, a clumsy dancer, a passable actor, and an acceptable public speaker. However, the valedictorian does not stand out at any of these activities.

The valedictorian, therefore, learns how to be a professional in mediocrity in high school. In particular, the valedictorian learns how to impress teachers and follow rules rather than studying with a focus. That means the main lesson many people learn in high school is hard work without focus.

Learning the wrong thing in high school: hard work without focus

The valedictorians often lack the in-depth knowledge and deep work necessary for success. They lack those attributes because in-depth knowledge and commitment require focus. Instead, the valedictorian focuses on superficial knowledge and learns not to focus on any subject or activity.

For instance, to be a good actor a person has to focus on acting. The kid whose only extracurricular activity in high school is drama club is more likely to make it to Hollywood or Broadway.

Instead of following their passions, or concentrating on their best subjects, the valedictorians try to do everything. Hence, they are at a terrible disadvantage for an environment like medical school which values specialization, quality, deep work, results, and focus.

The valedictorian falsely thinks he or she is on the road to success simply because he or she is working hard. When the valedictorian then graduates and enters an environment where results matter, he or she flounders. The valedictorian flounders because he or she does not know how to focus on specific tasks or knowledge.

For instance, the math geek who spends his spare time crunching numbers is more likely to earn a Ph.D. in mathematics or get a job at Goldman Sachs than the valedictorian. That’s because the university mathematics department, and Goldman Sachs, are looking for people who can focus on mathematics — not “well-rounded individuals.”

Teaching kids hard work without focus

We should teach focus in high school. Unfortunately, our schools rarely teach focus.

The high school environment disturbingly punishes people for focusing. Peers will brand a student that focuses on one subject a geek, a nerd, or a weirdo.

To make matters worse, teachers and guidance counselors sometimes brand the focuser antisocial and discourage his or her discipline. Typically, this involves forcing kids into activities they do not care about just to make them “well-rounded.”

Sadly, many valedictorians devoted their time and energy to being well-rounded rather than learning. Hence, they found themselves unable to compete in the real world where deep knowledge is valuable

Fortunately, many people are too smart, or too stubborn, to learn the no-focus lesson. There are a lot of great teachers and coaches out there who ignore the social climate and push kids to focus. Many people learn to focus from sports which value winning, a quantifiable goal, over social acceptance.

It’s unfortunate how many students lack the strength of character to focus when the world is telling them not to. Not everybody is lucky to have a strong teacher or coach who cultivates their passions and pushes focus.

The Globe concludes that Boston has failed its valedictorians. But the schools’ greatest failure to those kids could have been ignoring the simple lesson of focus. Fortunately, focusing is one lesson anybody can learn later in life — even a valedictorian.

Hard work without focus will get you nowhere was originally published in C.R.Y on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

Stuck in the Same Cycle

Get out.

Photo by Wayne Bishop

Repetition is the key, they say.

Wake up,

Write,

Promote,

Eat,

Write,

Promote,

Sleep,

Repeat.

There’s supposed to be excitement in monotony. The predictability of each day is supposed to forecast your success.

But progress is muffled. Days that turn into weeks go by without any change. None that you can feel. Nothing significant that you can see. Some pieces get more likes than others. Another rejected query.

It’s time for a change you think. Things aren’t moving fast enough. No one is hearing you. No one gets it.

But they get that. Why is that getting attention? Your stories are just as good as theirs. Maybe even better. But still, no one seems to be listening. Where’s the progress? What is progress? Where are you going?

Make peace

Peace with your reality.

Peace with your dreams.

Peace with your expectations.

Your mind creates your world. Your actions define your circumstances.

No one is responsible but you.

C R Y

Stuck in the Same Cycle was originally published in C.R.Y on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

Come Write for CRY

Calling all storytellers, let’s make this happen. I’m inviting you to come share your stories through C R Y. I’ve held this publication captive far too long. It’s time I open it up to other voices. That’s how we’ll grow, that’s how we’ll all become better at Creatively Representing Ourselves.

Theme — Inspiration and Education

Making a living as a writer isn’t just about knowing how to reach an audience. There are emotional aspects that are just as important. Maybe you’re frustrated about what and where to write, maybe you have young kids, maybe money is an issue. All of this impacts your journey as a writer and that’s what C R Y is about. This is a space to share all aspects of the creative journey — struggle and celebration. It’s a space to creatively express yourself because that’s who you are.

Who Can Contribute

Any writer or creative who is willing to share all aspects of their journey.

What I’m Looking For

First person expressions that touch on your pain/glory/frustrations/struggle/celebrations/accomplishments as a writer or creative.

How to Write for C R Y

Two options: Either email me at kern@kerncarter.com. Put “Write for CRY” in the subject line. Or, just respond to or comment on this letter.

I’m so excited to add some new perspectives and get read some new voices. Thanks in advance for choosing to join me on this journey.

Come Write for CRY was originally published in C.R.Y on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

FEAR

Photo by mwangi gatheca

“Awe or reverence. The indescribable feeling when the mind is completely quiet, immersed in the present moment and the body is vibrating with life as if in the presence of the Divine.”

We all interpret words differently. This translation of fear has ties to one of the Hebrew words for fear, YIRAH. How much more beautiful is this interpretation…words inspire the thoughts of others and reaffirm our own. When we shift our thoughts, our actions follow.

C R Y

FEAR was originally published in C.R.Y on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

Make Writing Your Main Priority, Even if it’s Not Your Main Job

The struggle to make money writing is real, but so is the payoff.

Photo by Brad Neathery on Unsplash

Janitor, car cleaner, shoe salesman, bingo runner, page — these are just some of the odd jobs I held while building my writing career. None of these jobs paid more than $10/hr, but they were exactly the jobs I needed to get my writing career to where it is today.

I say these jobs were exactly what I needed at the time for a couple of reasons:

Time  — these were all shift jobs, meaning I didn’t work every day and didn’t usually work more than eight hours in a single day. That gave me the time I needed to write blog posts, meet with clients to discuss writing projects, and work on what was then my first manuscript. Stress  — or I should say lack of stress. These weren’t career jobs. I wasn’t looking to move up the ladder in any of these organizations. That meant once work was over it was over. I didn’t carry any of it home with me which left my mind free to create the best work possible.

Don’t underestimate how important it is for your mind and your energy to be right. Writing isn’t an easy thing to do. Especially with so many other writers looking to make their mark, you need to differentiate yourself. One way to do that is quality. You have to be better, and that takes practice.

A Full-Time Job Is No Excuse

I remember when my first book came out and I was booking readings at different high schools across the city. I was on a contract that had me in an office for two months which obviously conflicted with being able to read at these schools during the day. But that didn’t stop me.

I borrowed my mom’s car on days I knew I had readings. Then I’d take my “lunch break” at whatever time my reading was scheduled for. I’d drive to the school (which was never close by), do the reading, drive back to work (never on time) and sit back at my desk like I wasn’t just gone for two hours.

Was it the smartest thing to do? Probably not. But I always put my writing first. Always. It’s a difficult but necessary sacrifice I knew I had to make if I wanted to build my writing career. No work was more important, and so I gave my energy to the work that was. Again, pointing your energy in the right direction matters, especially when you’re just starting out.

Even if you have a full-time job right now that has nothing to do with writing, it’s important to continue working on your craft. Take courses, read books (a lot of them), find your voice. Find time during your day to make that happen.

It Won’t Always Be Easy

The amount you’re willing to sacrifice will determine the amount you’ll eventually gain. It’s like this mystical formula that’s not so mystical once you think about it. But mystical or not, it won’t be easy. Not always. It wasn’t for me.

I’m assuming you’ve read at least a few of my blog posts. You know I was a teenage parent and so my responsibilities were heavy very early on in my life. Money was always an issue. I lived in a one bedroom apartment with my girlfriend so rent was an issue. We struggled, and even though I was a university graduate who could’ve applied and likely secured a number of higher paying jobs, I made writing my priority. That was my sacrifice.

That meant no big Christmas presents for my daughter or none at all for anyone else. It meant rarely ever eating out and a lot of time spent at home watching movies. It meant saying no to my friends a lot even when I really wanted to say yes. But I couldn’t. Not if I wanted to succeed at writing as badly as I said I did. My actions had to reflect my intentions. I discovered that truth very early on.

I’m telling you this because I’d never ask you to do something I haven’t done myself. I’ve been through it. Trust me. It wasn’t easy enduring all the ridicule I received from my daughter’s mother or the concern from my own mother. It was hard being in my early and mid-twenties and not partying it up every weekend. But I had a goal of making a living as a writer and anything not in line with that goal I considered a distraction.

Bet On Yourself

I bet on me. I tell myself this all the time. I bet on myself that all of the sacrifices will eventually pay off. I bet that I’ll be able to achieve the kind of career and lifestyle I want if I remain consistent in my beliefs and practices. Is it a gamble? Yes it is, that’s why I refer to it as a bet. But if there’s someone I’ll be willing to bet can get this done, there’s no one else I’d rather put my money on than me. You should have the same confidence.

Because really, what’s failure? I love writing. All the time I spent on my laptop searching for the right set of words, the time I spent writing my novels or in an editing class or the time I’m about to spend in this graduate course that’s just started, all of it is worth it. Even if it doesn’t amount to me being the most well-known writer in the world, I’ve genuinely enjoyed every moment of the journey that I’ve spent creating content and making myself a better writer. There’s no failure in that, only lessons.

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Make Writing Your Main Priority, Even if it’s Not Your Main Job was originally published in C.R.Y on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.