The writer hung his hand over the submission button, his face lit by monitor glare. He had procrastinated unshaven over the better course of a day. Considering whether he should do it or not.
He loved the art of his craft and would not be giving it up, yet if he wanted to reach a wider audience, it would be necessary to make more submissions to journals, magazines. He read the announcement he typed once more. That daily updates would cease. Wondered if he would come to regret this choice. After all, he had only ever started writing for himself.