Why would the butler do it? Nobody wants to force themselves into unemployment.
Asketh - thesuperbacon
Well, his career as a butler would be over, but a new career would begin. After all, with Lord Smethhurst dead, there would be nobody who would be able to point out that while Blenkinsop had indeed made over the title to the Winery to the butler in question, the Vicar and his wife still owned the little Egyptian statue of mysterious provenance, nor would anyone know about the tattoo of an owl on the left shoulder of Miss Mabel Crane, the chanteuse.
(This little quote I posted on my other Tumblr has just become my single most reblogged thing ever and it just doubled my number of followers over there. Whoa.)
Your talents, future prospects, and earning potential have nothing to do with it. You deserve to write if you are awful at it, if you never make a dime with it, if you write for yourself and never to show it to anyone.
The list of other things you have to do also has nothing to do with it. You deserve to write even if you’ve had take-out for dinner three nights in a row because the fridge is empty and the windows are covered over with grime and there’s a 10 inch stack in your inbox.
It’s so easy to play the comparison game, to pit writing against something else in your life and pick a winner (which is almost never writing, it seems) but that’s not the point. Writing is just one of the many things in your life and, if it is important to you, it deserves some of your time.
But you don’t need my permission to write. You need your own.
- My mother:
- My cousin's boyfriend, very confused:
If you’re taking on NaNoWriMo this year, I don’t wish you luck. You don’t need it.
You’ve got this.