“Write without pay until someone offers pay. If nobody offers within three years, the candidate may look upon this as a sign that sawing wood is what he was intended for.” -Mark Twain
There is an old style fair set up in your town. It is a glorious summer day and you have nothing planned so you decide it might be fun to go check it out. Colourful tents rise high above you on either side of the pathway. The smell of popcorn mingles with cotton candy and lingers in the air all around you. You hear the screams of delighted children terrifying themselves on the rides in the distance. Your steps begin to match the tempo of the carnival music being played in a nearby tent.
A woman dressed in a billowing white blouse steps in front of you. She smiles as she greets you. You are stunned that she knew your name. Before you can recompose yourself she grabs you by the hand. Her long skirt is edged in bells and which jingle as she leads you to her tent. She pushes aside the thick burgundy velvet and guides you to a chair. In front of you burns a slender white candle which provides the only light in the small tent. The woman grabs your hand and turns your palm up. Her eyes narrow and after a long pause she says, “I see you are a person of many talents but writing is not one of them. Give up on your dream. You will never be published.”
What if you knew for sure no matter what you did you would never become a published author? Would you still write? Would you put the same effort into your writing?