"Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily." - Napoleon
Have you ever asked, "Why am I doing this?" I do. I have. I will continue to. I constantly consider (and reconsider) my ambitions to be a published writer. I read so many wonderful things on a daily basis, and never once do I not stop to consider, albeit fleetingly: Am I good enough to do this? I marvel at all of the talented people in the world, and wonder if I could ever create on that level.
That's when things get interesting. It's in those moments when I'm most convinced that I'm waisting my time that I suddenly get some clarity. When I'm convinced that I'm not using my other abilities and education to the fullest, instead choosing to toil away at something I may only be average at, it suddenly makes sense.
I keep at it, because I understand that failure is a symptom of success.
Part of what enables me to keep going are the things I read from each and every one of you all. Every writer has struggled with fears of failure, not being taken seriously, and the futility of working alone for days (weeks, years, etc.) without affirmation. Blogging has been great, because it has allowed me to get to know lots of people who face similar challenges. Although I've never met any of you personally, we share something very important: A shared enthusiasm for, and love of, literature and the burning need to put to paper the craziness that proliferates our minds. Just know that there are others fighting the same fight gives me courage.
So I ask you, what do you do when you face defeat? If giving up has ever crossed your mind, where did you turn? Better still, what do you plan to do the next time doubt creeps up on you?