My mother told me that I should give up my writing today.
She means well. She’s worried that I’m working on too many things (true), that I’m spreading myself too thin (also possibly true), and that I should focus on things that pay more than minimum wage (debatable, I suppose?).
It was still really difficult to hear. I’m not surprised… my parents have been politely disinterested in my work since I started writing years ago, and they’ve never really seen “the point” of it. Which is fine, my writing is silly fun, and they’re not silly fun people.
And yet.
Ah well. Obstacles are what we see when we take our eyes off the destination, right? Right. And the difference between a successful author and an unsuccessful author, as far as I can tell, is persistence. And although I am not a great many things, I am most definitely pigheadedly persistent.
Hope everyone out there is staying safe and healthy!