I’ve been thinking about quitting lately. I’m not sure if all writers feel this way from time to time or not, but I do know that it’s started to cross my mind with some frequency. The problem is that it may be a pointless thought. Writing is a constant for me.

And, at present, I’m working on a new novel. That’s not exactly “quitting.” At the very least, I want to finish the project I’m working on right now. So, it would probably be a good idea if I rid myself of that thought and approach the notion of giving up with a bit of Zen.

Admittedly, that’s going to be difficult. I’ve not reached the level of success I would like. And I have to wonder if the continued effort is worth it. Does anyone want to read what I write? Are there other things I could pursue that would bring me the success I desire? Or should I just use my spare time to enjoy other hobbies?

This debate has resulted in a bit of a slow down, which may be healthy. I’m writing less. I’m not sure if this is the best solution, but it’s allowing me to approach my work differently.

So, will I quit? Or can I? I can’t say for sure, but I’ve been convinced that I had a book that was worth publishing a couple of times before. I couldn’t find an agent then, and I wrote another one. Either way, I’m committed to finishing this one, even if it’s just for me. I can worry about what to do after that when the time comes.

That’s kind of Zen, isn’t it?

photo: Emily KenCairn