Alone Again

The hardest part about being a writer is the curse of lonliness that comes naturally to a profession that waits years before it bears any fruit, if any at all. Writing, I think, qualifies as a measure of the writer's faith in his skills, in himself and in everything else in general. There's a lingering uncertainty as to whether we make it to the end or not, the latter most often achieved because of a number of things even if you don't even try to fail, which makes for a bitter gamble at the end of the day. Do I continue writing for writing's sake? I guess, at this point in time, I can't say anything but yes. I'm still figuring things out, with my first rejection just days ago, but I feel as if I can't do anything else but write to save my life. Even if lonliness will be the only company I'll have (aside from coffee, insomnia, writer's block and mountains of drafts), it'll all be worth it. Life is all about trying. You lose when you snooze.

† Jofer