He wrote only four novels the fifth was never finished. Other than some short stories, essays and a play, that's all he wrote. He died at the age of 44, believing he was a failure.
And yet he wrote this:
Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.
In the midst of his own self-doubt he passed on a pearl of wisdom.
We, as writers, know about defeat. We receive them regularly, they are called rejections. We are strange animals. We seem to long for recognition yet go about getting it in one of the most difficult ways there is.
It seems easier to get recognition by being a mass murderer, or by running naked across a stage at a concert, or doing something really stupid that gets you a Darwin Award.
But noooooooo, we sit in our little rooms in front of our little computers all day and write and send out queries believing SOME day SOME one will come along and say, "WOW! You're it for me sweetheart. I'm gonna get you published."
We have to either be masochists or nuts or stupid or driven. Whatever we are, we also have to be very, very strong.
So what are you? I'm a bit nuts myself, with a whole lot of strong.