But in the meantime I became accustomed to the writing life and it would be hard to change now - partly because of the salary cut if I went to my other love, teaching; and partly because I still have stories to tell, even though it isn't all that fun doing the work anymore.
If patience is worth anything, it must endure to the end of time. And a living faith will last in the midst of the blackest storm.
There is no way to be truly great in this world. We are all impaled on the crook of conditioning.