You see that novel you’re writing there? That baby of yours? That magnum opus?
It’s not gonna get published.
Only a small amount of writers who put their work in front of publishers ever get published. An even smaller fraction ever gain any money or notoriety from it.
And you are not going to be one of those people.
as much as this hurts, as much as it wants you to stop writing, you have to keep going. because you have to write that beautiful masterpiece to realise it’s shit.
Then you move on to the next masterpiece, and the next and the next until you’re sick of writing, seeing red at the sight of a single word.
Then you’re ready.