I'm going to wax a bit philisophical in this so bear with me.
It's recently been brought back to my attention how lonely the road of a writer can be. In many ways I'm sure that's why many of us seek it out. We're either tired of the world with its harshness and hypocrisy, or we find we can relate to people better if we create them and can understand why they do the crazy things they do. It's comforting.
But no man is an island, as the saying goes, and even those of us who have chosen this less traveled path find fellow travelers. Sometimes they're our editors who help us with polishing our words, sometimes they're kindred spirits dredging through words just like us, and sometimes they are even more than a kindred spirit and come to twine their lives with ours, our true friends and families.
So when one of those closest to us voice doubts about our writing what do we do? Should we simply stop because someone we value finds little or no value in what we do? We have to decide what writing means to us. Is writing for you a hobby done simply to pass the time or is it something deeper in you? Is it something that burns so deep in your soul that you will never be... can never be truely happy without it?
Ultimately the choice is up to you. But if you choose this road be prepared to stay it. Because there will be naysayers, there will be hecklers, and there will be traitors. At some point it will take everything you have to pick up that pen or pull out that keyboard and write.
I dont know where you'll chose to go, but I'll see you on the road.