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I was brushing my teeth the other night, thinking about my WIP, and for no reason in particular the thought suddenly hit me: there is never going to be a time when I won't have writing to think about. As soon as I decided to become a writer (and not just the wishing/talking/dreaming kind, you know - the kind that actually writes) something shifted in me.
They say that being a writer means having homework for the rest of your life, but I suppose the weight of that hadn't really sunk in until that toothbrushing moment. There are always going to be characters floating around in my head. There are always going to be storylines to untangle, plot holes to fill, worlds to build. Even if I never publish a word.
I'm in it. I'm in it for Always.
Sometimes, that thought is daunting. But honestly? Most of the time I just think: I am so, so lucky.