»You fail only if you stop writing.«— Oh, this has something ... truly sad, inspiring me to a new poem— I will presumably _not_ write.
And probably suspending this writing business—which is toil, not just enlightening fun—or, worse:
The necessity to stop it, characterises a writer's life more ...
... than her or his striving for being prolific.
Writing not necessarily is the hand that feeds you.
Am I failing, then, when I stop doing it?
As a writer, I might suffer. But as a human being, I can eat—
I do not see any failure here.
I watch me succeed.—