I’ve been feeling pretty disillusioned and hopeless about writing lately…
But underneath it all, I know nothing could have ever stopped me from writing Otters In Space. And no matter what, I’ll keep writing more books like it.
My writing doesn’t come from a place of hope.
My hope comes from knowing I’ll never stop writing.
For a while there, I think I had the mechanic backwards. But it didn’t matter, because when the hope went away, the writing stayed. So, the hope had no choice but to come back.
I’m my own favorite writer, and I will never stop trying to make this world more bearable for myself by putting more stories about otters and spaceships into it.
Whatever else, I can rely on that. My favorite writer will keep trying to make me happy.