I have no problem with failure - it is success that makes me sad.
Failure is easy. I do it every day, I have been doing it for years. I
have thrown out more sentences than I ever kept, I have dumped months of
work, I have wasted whole years writing the wrong things for the wrong people. Even when I am pointed the right way and productive and finally
published, I am not satisfied by the results. This is not an
affectation, failure is what writers do. It is built in. Your
immeasurable ambition is eked out through the many thousand individual
words of your novel, each one of them written and rewritten several
times, and this requires you to hold your nerve for a very long period
of time – or forget about holding your nerve, forget about the wide
world and all that anxiety and just do it, one word after the other. And
then redo it, so it reads better. The writer's great and sustaining
love is for the language they work with every day. It may not be what
gets us to the desk but it is what keeps us there and, after 20 or 30
years, this love yields habit and pleasure and necessity.
Why do the odds of asteroids hitting Earth keep fluctuating?
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