Writing books is what I love. And what I hate. If you can’t quite understand, please allow me explain.
I have always loved to write. Ever since I can remember that’s all I wanted to do. And not just for fun but for my all grown up career. I wanted to be the next NY Times best selling author and have millions of people read my books. A dream probably shared by most authors I would imagine.
Growing up, I had no shortage of ideas. My imagination was vast, unlimited, ever growing. A multitude of scenes would simply appear like magic inside my head. I could see the characters, the places they lived and worked. I heard their conversations, watched as they interacted with others, and got to know them.
So what do I love about the art of writing?
I love the creativeness of it. I can make my story be about anything I want. It could be historical, fantasy, suspenseful, or romantic. It could be funny, sad, dramatic.
I love the feeling of fleshing out my characters, building their storyline, and walking those characters through it.
I love the buzz I get from writing page after page, from the completing a book, from reading reviews by readers.
Being an author gives me such a sense of pride and accomplishment.
So, with so much that I love about writing, what could I possibly hate about it?
Well, for one thing writing is hard. Not all of it of course but some of it.
Sometimes the creative juices flow like water, spilling across the page, running like a river, and I could write endlessly for hours.
Other times, like recently, I am having trouble.
My main problem? I have 2 ways to start the story. Each has it’s own allure, it’s own unique perspective. So which way to I go?
Another issue is when the characters decide to do things their own way.
And then there is finding time to write. Having a family and a job takes precedent over my writing. And that’s okay because I love my kids and husband. They are essential to my life. And if I want us to eat and have a place to live, I have to work. 😄
Then there is the dreaded writer’s block-that mental brick wall that leaves your brain feeling blank and at the same time frustrated. I don’t know how many of you suffer from this but let me tell you, it sucks!
“So why don’t you just quit?,” people ask.
Seriously, when an idea hits me, it hits me. And if I don’t write it down, then my entire thinking process is completely jacked up until I do jot it down. And then of course once it’s written, I keep thinking about it, building this whole new world that needs to shared.
It’s a crazy, mad cycle. And I love/hate it.
So regardless of the struggles, writing is a part of me. I love to write.
I know I will never be the next NY Times best seller. And I will never become rich with my writing or have movies made of my books.
But in the end, the love of writing is far greater than the hate.
I’m know I’m not the only one that has love/hate issues. Chores, house cleaning, cooking, shopping, work, writing? What kind of love/hate relationship do you have in your life? I would love to hear about them.
Thanks for stopping by. 😊