The other day, I had this idea: To be a writer, you have to be completely self-deluded, otherwise there is no way to keep on with it. You have to keep saying to yourself, I AM AMAZING, in the face of overwhelming evidence that it isn’t true. It’s quite a feat to manage, as writers have more than enough doubt and self-loathing percolating inside their hearts to easily convince themselves of the contrary all on their own. But you have to say it, and you have to believe it, no matter how many rejections there are piling up in your inbox.
I was saying this to Bryony last night, and having just been rejected by a man I am very fond of, I tried to connect this idea to dating. When over and over nothing works out, how else can I keep letting people into my battered heart, except to just keep…
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