I only have time for a quick post because I'm NaNoWriMoing. The italicized lines are all Rumi, taken from Goodreads this time.
When I write, I remember:
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
When I have to revise my revolting rough draft, I remember:
How do the birds make great sky circles...
They fall and falling they are given wings.
When I get a critique and I need to make sooo many changes, I remember:
If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?
When I get a good rejection letter, I remember:
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
When I sigh and think I'll never find an agent, I remember:
What you seek is seeking you.
Do not be satisfied with the stories that come before you. Unfold your own myth.