I've been tossing around novel ideas in my head. That's always something of a fun process. I have a germ of an idea - could I make something out of it? The whispers of inspiration start coming. Will I listen? Should I listen? Is this what God wants me to be doing with my time right now? Is it really worth it to spend so much time on a project that I know will never recoup the cost in time or money? Is it worth it to write when my stories find such a small audience? Clearly, the literary world gets along just fine without my meager contributions.
One of my friends posted this article today on writing: Who Will Buy Your Book? There are lots of words of wisdom there, but these really spoke to me:
As a writer, you need to approach every project with the understanding
that you’re doing this work for yourself, and everything that happens
once it’s in the world is out of your control. Whatever project you’re
working on now doesn’t derive value from your friends’ approval, but
rather from the love and energy you pour into it. You can do the work,
and you can keep showing up, and that’s all you’ve got. Most of the
time, it’s all you need.