This week we're talking about the best and worst advice we ever got. I've gotten two good pieces of advice. The first was from my brother who told me to treat writing like my primary career. The day job is what I do on the side.
The second was from my husband. I was vegging on he couch, letting the idiot box turn my brain to mush when he said, "Don't you have something you should be doing?" When I said no, he pointed to my office and said, "Get in there and write." It was good advice. Once I get my butt in the chair, I can pull a pretty good marathon.
The worst advice. "If you're not having fun, quit." I'm glad I ignored that one. Nothing is fun all the time. If I quit something the minute it wasn't fun anymore, I'd be single, childless, jobless, and homeless.
Following the advice of hubby and my brother has made me a happier, more productive writer. And I'm grateful to both of them.