Keep working. Even if it feels like honest, hard work and tenacity and enthusiasm and creativity aren’t worth anything anymore, even when they’re combined together in a seemingly invincible hybrid. Even if it feels like you are sending resumes to the moon, and that if you go on one more second/third/final interview for a job you could do in your sleep without it resulting in an offer you’ll crumble into yourself as if a black hole were opening up somewhere in between your sternum and your belly button. Even if you get an edit back from an editor that’s completely bloody with red ink but you see a typo-ridden post go up on said editor’s website. Even if your conversations at drinks with friends and colleagues are censored, because you’re all in the same boat now with everyone getting laid off and you’re all getting less yeses and more noes with every passing pitch and the jokes about this being a self-cannibalistic industry aren’t that funny because they’re not jokes anymore. Even if it feels like you’re going down with the ship.

Keep working. Because you have to, and you will be the better for it, and it is on you to pitch pieces that are impossible to refuse, and there’s a reason why you’ve been able to earn your ink, and if you were going to quit you never would’ve had the guts to move here in the first place.