And I don’t give a shit whether I’m “gifted” or not. I don’t really even know what that means or how it matters. It’s not what you’re born with much as it is what you make of it. John Irving purports to be without natural talent. He’s done all right.
WRITING IS HARD. Sometimes it feels too hard. And when that happens I always—and particularly when I’m over-tired and I’m trying to do something that I’m really invested in—start daydreaming about how much happier I’d be if I just quit and wondering if this is really what I’m “meant” to do—which is doubly ridiculous because I don’t think I even believe in destiny! I’m pretty sure nobody is “meant” to do anything in particular. It’s all choices, proclivity and commitment.