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No One Cares How You Feel — Keep Writing Anyway
Stacks of tired pages ain’t a reason to quit. They’re the price you pay to earn the dream.
You’re starting again. Maybe the tenth time. Maybe the twentieth. Another blank page, another title, another version of the novel you swore you’d finish.
And there it is — that quiet voice in your head, whispering like it knows best: “Why not quit? Do something easier. Do something normal. Something anyone can do.”
What it really wants is for you to shrink. To slide back into comfort, into the warm numbness of giving up on the thing that scares you — your dream.
Never quit your dreams. A life without the pursuit of a dream is living half a life.
“Where your fear is, there is your task” — Carl Jung
Fear is feedback. It’s not just resistance — it’s direction. The very thing we avoid is often the thing that matters most. Writing a novel feels like that. You stare down the blank page, feel the weight of it, and your brain starts looking for exits. The what-ifs creep in. The chaos of the unknown starts to feel like a reason to stop.
We tell ourselves we’re preparing. Thinking. Planning. Dreaming. That ideas will eventually settle and take shape. But most of the time…
