Sometimes I squelch the urge to say things that are true but seem obvious. I probably shouldn’t.
Weird to realize that ten years ago I thought writing well enough to be published was a worthy end-goal & then things would become easier.
— No Fighting (@byharryconnolly) January 27, 2016
Instead, things have gotten harder. The goals are more difficult, the pace and the pressure are more intense.
— No Fighting (@byharryconnolly) January 27, 2016
It's like training for a race; just qualifying seems like such a big deal until the race begins and we see the huge crowd of runners.
— No Fighting (@byharryconnolly) January 27, 2016
Not that I'm unhappy with my lot. It's great to be in the race at all and I feel lucky most of the time. But it's not what I expected.
— No Fighting (@byharryconnolly) January 27, 2016
Don't ask me what I expected, because I barely remember now. Maybe I'd feel more accomplished? Happier?
— No Fighting (@byharryconnolly) January 27, 2016
But happiness comes from the people in our lives, not necessarily the stuff we achieve.
— No Fighting (@byharryconnolly) January 27, 2016
And goals that look big when we're racing toward them look much smaller in hindsight.
— No Fighting (@byharryconnolly) January 27, 2016
And the reason I'm typing all of this is because I have to describe the protagonist's feelings and I'm not sure what they are yet.
— No Fighting (@byharryconnolly) January 27, 2016
And this is why Wren, an app that lets me send Tweets without being distracted by reading anyone else’s, is a great way to let off steam when I’m writing.