I feel this, deeply.

Still waiting to find out if I'm as good a writer as I believe I am. I continue putting my words out into the universe. I write the truest things I can. We shall see. The newspaper world imploded and it's been hard to find a way to make a living as a writer that doesn't involve selling my soul, which I've done from time to time. (Didn't get a good price for it, either.)