I think I’m heading into the homestretch with a new manuscript. I qualify that because you never know when you might be derailed, when your confidence goes south or a story line collapses like a junky’s vein. I try to plug away for at least an hour a day, more when I can, to keep at least the illusion of forward motion. For me, I think the worst part is the mind games. One day, I’ll think, yeah, this book rocks. The next, I crash against those same rocks. There are days when I think I could make my life easier and give it all up, but something always pulls me back.
What pulls you back?
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Betsy Lerner 
Mortality…now or never.
To my astonishment, I keep writing for me. The pleasure of finding the perfect voice for the perfect project. I really don’t care about publishing anymore, or being read. I thought I cared beaucoup. And, of course, I once did. No more. My newest is a self-help memoir called MAKE ME A F*CKING MIRACLE, which I’m planning to self-publish. It turns out this is the miracle! I write for moi!
I’m Anonymous #2 above. I don’t know why it doesn’t take my name …. unintentional on my part. It’s Josephine Carr.
what pulls me back to my writing desk is an unwavering sense of my own literary brilliance, and the fact that the world needs my stories in order to survive. My stories are oxygen for the world, memory. What brings me back to my desk is fighting and combating historical global amnesia, especially for the Jews since I’m the child of Holocaust survivors.
only kidding. that was a dream of my narcissistic self Musing on some cloud in the sky that anything I write matters.
mostly it’s just an erotic compulsion to put pen to paper and write and write and write hoping that’s something like a decent sentence will form.
Damn those rocks