I have my favorite saying hung on my office wall:
Dreams do come true!
Under it is my first book cover. And soon to be added is a frame divided into four where I plan to put the next covers. What if, after 22 years, I had no covers to put in the frame? Would it be as easy to tell other wannabe authors to believe? I'd like to think so. If an individual has poured 22 years into a career, even without results, I don't believe year 23 is the time to quit.
Yes, I am a bit on the Pollyanna side. I believe in dreams. Even as a child with a crazy older brother (and I don't mean funny, haha, crazy-I mean totally inexcusably, crazy) I found ways to put a positive spin on his life. As an adult, I’m able to use that crazy when developing dark characters and I don’t have to wonder how my protags feel inside. Okay, call me crazy (no, on second thought, don’t!) but call me a Pollyanna, because a writer needs to have an optimistic side. Particularly when aiming their novels high.
If one truly believes, then it’s easy to remain optimistic long after others have gone home and given up. Because believing in and of itself is a reason to go on.
If you don’t believe in yourself…who will?