There was a time when my heart burned to be a famous novelist. Writing a story has always been the most fun thing I could ever do.
Now I have a difficult time feeling as though it is a worthwhile occupation. There are so many stories already in the world, so many books and now blogs.
Perhaps it is just that I have surrounded myself with people who don't read fiction.
It is difficult for me to write if there is no hope of a sympathetic audience.
Yet I write this and feel my heart contract for lack of joy.
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