Slow progress

One whole year later and i’m about halfway through the second draft of The Honeytree flock.  How is it possoble to construct an entire novel in anything less than a year unless you’re able to dedicate yourself full time?  I’d love to be able to devote an entire day’s writing to fixing just one paragraph, but sadly work and life prevent me.  I therefore feel rushed and harried into producing volume at the expense of quality.  How then is it ever possible to become a full time writer?  Stuck in an eternal paradox of substandard writing in order to produce actual ‘work’, that will always lack the edge to become paid and published, necesitating me remain employed, thereby allowing me less time to devote to ensuring quality….

…and so it goes on.  I may one day spend six hours editing a single sentence.  Probably the closest i’ll ever be to achieving professional status…