I don’t wanna.
What do you want to do instead?
Go back to sleep? Check emails? Have a snack? Watch TV?
I could apply to jobs. That’s productive.
What kind of jobs?
I don’t know.
What do you like doing?
Teaching creative writing.
Then be a goddamn creative writer, and do your creative writing.
Is it too late to become a lawyer or something?
But I can’t write. Nobody’s telling me how.
They’re not going to. You have to figure it out for yourself.
But I can’t figure it out.
Then the book won’t get written.
This book is going to suck.
I don’t want it to suck.
You have a choice. You can try writing it, knowing that it might suck, or you can walk away now.
What if I walk away?
You went to school for writing. You went into debt for writing. You told people you were a writer. You wrote stories and got them published. What would people think?
They’d think I was a failure.
Wrong! Nobody cares. You could spend the rest of your life sleeping or snacking or watching television, or even becoming a not very good lawyer, and no one would care. The real question is: What would you think of yourself if you walked away now?
I’d think I was a failure.
So what’s your other option?
I can try writing it, knowing that it might suck.
Right. So buck up, muster a little dignity, and try to finish this fucking thing.