Sometimes I wonder why I bother to write. I'm mean a stay-at-home-mom is a job too right? I could put my feet up, do the coffee thing, watch TV and maybe even exercise occasionally.
So why instead do I torture myself with trying to write a 300-400 page story?
The only answer is I can't NOT write.
I'm doomed :(
The only recourse is to succeed, and for me that means being published. I don't get satisfaction out of just writing the story--I need validation. I have to know my story is good enough that other people want to read it too.