Success doesn’t come all of a sudden on some sunny distant day. It accumulates in those thousand thousand shitty moments when success couldn’t be further from your mind. It happens when you dust yourself off and drag yourself up and carry on. It happens every late night and every early morning, with every last shred of anger you’ve got in you.
Inspiration wears off. Passion only gets you so far. Anger and ambition are better fuel. They get you further. If you only write when you feel like writing, you just won’t finish. The real test comes when writing is the last thing you want to do. That’s when it counts. That’s when you’ll start to make it.
Nothing worth doing is easy. May as well get used to it, and get on with it. Stone by stone, piece by piece, it’ll happen. Bang your head against a brick wall for long enough and the wall will break first. That’s the only truth we need.