Is it just a fantasy? Could writing ever make ends meet? Sometimes I feel like money’s got me crawling on the floor. The things we love rarely pay the rent, but we do them nonetheless.
Don’t quit your day dream.
You should love what you do, not do what you love–bullshit.
Can we manufacture passion? Can we choose who we love anymore than what?
Don’t settle. Don’t give up. Don’t stop believing.