I don’t know.
It was for me. Is for me. But I don’t know what else I’d do.
Sometimes I think that if you can be talked out of writing, then you should be. That people who can manage hotels or balance books or figure the odds on a horse or deal from the middle of a pack of cards or lie to voters without letting on are the lucky ones, as they have real jobs. All we do is make stuff up.
I love that I got to make things up. But I’m also aware how very lucky I am in having the career that I’ve had.
A good way to find out if you have what it takes, BTW, is to go to Clarion or to Clarion West. Bootcamp for Writers. If you aren’t a writer, you’ll know at the end of your Clarion. They’re accepting applications until Midnight on March the 1st.