by Kelsie Engen
You’re standing on one mountain summit, and there are fifty miles between the next mountaintop to which you’re expected to jump. Any step you take, any direction, and you’re going to go crashing to the ground, lucky to escape with your life. There will be bruises, broken bones, broken pride, despair, and maybe, if you’re lucky, a little bit of determination that you can dig out of the rubble, dust off, and put back in place.
That is being a writer. Oh, and add a small audience watching you fail, because even beginning writers tend to have a small, critical audience watching.
Congratulations, you just failed.
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