Helsinki airport, 2009, exhausted, but still writing. An aspiring writer must write. A lot.
The early settlers didn’t find farms they could purchase. First they had to claim, and then tame, an untamed frontier. Removing rocks, boulders, trees with deep roots. And all the while, survive the harsh realities of nature and the unknown.
Not sure how you feel as an aspiring writer (or your particular dream), but I often feel like a pioneer.
Years of laborious work before the first crop.