I heard a comment, if you can call it that, made about a certain struggling writer two days ago.
"Why don't they give up? Why don't they get off their fat ass and go get a ten-dollar an hour job and contribute?"
I know what you're thinking. What a jerk. But every writer struggles with these thoughts. When do we give up? When do we throw in the dirty towel and just cut our losses? Most writers have day jobs and write in the early and late hours of the day. I have been extremely blessed in that my husband believes in me (even more than I do at times) and refuses to let me ... give up. I have worked hard all my life for the opportunity to write full time, and now that it's here, I'm not giving that up. For nobody.
But the poor writer with the fat ass has to endure this arrogant comment rolling around in his/her head. How do they overcome the thoughtless words that were flung at them like rotten fruit? The answer is, they just keep writing. Maybe they find another way to earn a little extra money, but they keep on writing. And someday, when their book hits the bestseller lists, they can put the comment to bed.
Ask God to bless the idiot/psycho who said this. Ask God to bless 'em real good.
Blessings today, to struggling writers everywhere.