While I was in Toronto for work this past week, I had a chance to grab lunch with a writer friend of mine. We got to talking about young writers. He hears from something like 7,392 a day, many of whom are around my age—25—and crazy frustrated. Not enough is happening fast enough for their liking and they wonder if they should quit. We wondered if a lot of them really love writing, or whether maybe they just like the idea of being a writer.
Because dude, if you don't love this, you ain't gonna make it. Like all great work worth admiring, great writing is a great struggle. You have to slave over the words. It’s the only way to build a great story.
For some reason, our talk made me think about my basketball career* and then it made me think about writing and then that made me think about whether or not we should write for free.
* Okay, more like, "career."
It'll make sense in a second.