From time to time, I get discouraged. Things aren't going the way I want them to. Success is taking too long in my impatient mind. Is anybody reading my stuff? Have I touched anyone?
Then I remember something my Aunt Cheryl wrote to me after she received my first book:
"So many of your poems stirred up feelings in my soul."
Then I remember something my Aunt Cheryl wrote to me after she received my first book:
"So many of your poems stirred up feelings in my soul."
And I remind myself that my writing is not for everyone, the souls who get it will know it was written for them.
And I start writing again.
And I start writing again.