There are days when it feels like the universe is conspiring to beat you to the ground. On those days, it’s hard to write. Hard to move forward. Sometimes even hard to get out of bed in the morning.
The thing is…you’ve got to. No one is going to move you forward, except you. Not your crit group, not your agent, not your spouse. You’ve got to get out of bed and put your butt in the chair.
If you let the universe win, you’re accepting defeat. And at the very least, you’ve got to go down fighting.
All those little setbacks? In the end, you’re going to realize they were only bumps in the road and it will all be worth it.
Give the universe Hell!