I’m always frank with people who ask me about my desire to write. The process has never been easy for me, and I see no point in glossing over my struggles. Usually about the time I mention all the rejections I’ve experienced people ask, “Why? Why keep going when the path ahead seems so impossible?”
The answer is simple. I can’t get off this train until I’ve seen it to the end—no matter where it goes. I would hate to spend the rest of my life ‘wondering if I could have’. I know the odds are against me. In any creative industry, (acting, music, art, literature), very few are successful, like less than 1% if you include every person who has ever written a book. On the days when I’m feeling especially low, I remind myself lightning strikes the earth 100 times every second of every day—why not me?