So, I managed to get published for the first time the other day. I felt exhausted and happy and euphoric, until I realized the world was moving on without me. As well it should. Plenty of people get published for the first time, and it ends there, every day. I should move on too. I can’t just have one victory and keep waiting for everyone to notice it, to celebrate just one step I’ve taken in my life — it’s not my first step, after all. I can’t let it collect dust, I have to build momentum.
I have to keep writing.
I have to keep getting published.
I have to keep going until that drop in the bucket turns into a big flood, and I can’t stop, and that’s real success.