The truth is you have to hang on to your own belief. At the end of the day, all you really have is your own belief, your own passion. You can’t ignore the feedback, but you tell the story because you love it.
Fail. Fail again. Fail better.
In the end, writing is like a prison, an island from which you will never be released, but which is a kind of paradise: the solitude, the thoughts, the incredible joy of putting into words the essence of what you for the moment understand and with your whole heart want to believe.
I want you to feel what I felt. I want you to know why story-truth is truer sometimes than happening-truth.