I was running this morning when it occurred to me that between all the traffic and the horrible air quality here, I’m ingesting a whole lot of carbon. I wondered if maybe the good I was doing my heart was being cancelled out by the bad I was doing my lungs? What good is my healthy beating heart if I can’t breath because my lungs are blackened by pollution?
And how does this connect to writing? Somehow I found a way. There may be a lot of really good things about your writing. You may be great at character, you may have awesome descriptions, you may be incredible at building worlds, but sometimes your good things can be written off, or canceled out so to speak, by your weaknesses and those weaknesses can be the reason someone puts your book down.