The worst part of this gig is the waiting.
Let me be clear; I am talking about the wannabe writer gig. The worst part about archaeology is the sketchy income and the poison ivy. But in writing, my personal demon is time.
I have no deadlines, except the ones I give myself. Some might consider this a luxury, and that's just dandy for them. I hate it. It means that instead of some nice, reasonable editor person setting my expectations, I get the voices in my head.
"You'll spend your whole life like this, you know. Tapping and tapping and tapping away, with nothing to show for it. Nobody cares about the never-weres."
"You could die tomorrow. Do you really want to die without this story finished?"
"How long has it been since you've done something that impressed anyone? Honestly. We really should find another gig."
"You could die tomorrow."
"You could die tomorrow."
"You could die tomorrow."
I am afraid that I will die without having added a single breath to the universe.
I'll take your deadlines over mine any day.