After yesterday’s considerations about persistence and hope when trying to make a living, at least partially, as a writer in the 21st century, I knew I had forgotten something…
It’s good to remember that if I write every day on stories I love for the next 10 or 50 years … then making mental room and spending calendar time for and on that … is worth the most.
Worth a lot more, actually, than the money I might receive eventually for my efforts.
Even if that money IS worth a lot.
Even if I yearn for it with all my being.
Even if all of that … it IS worth more.
To do it. Every day.
And do it out of love.
No matter how rich or medium-rich I get from being the next Stephen King, dollars won’t be able to buy me memories …
… of traveling to other dimensions every day.