Writing is not easy. Sure, sometimes you will be in that zone when everything is flowing and you can’t seem to type fast enough. And then there are those times when you simply can’t string a decent sentence together. Why has your muse abandoned you? Everything was going so great.
Setbacks. They happen in life, they happen in writing. The building process of writing a novel is a slow, painful and oftentimes lonely one. For the most part you are on your own and no matter how difficult things get, you have to plod on, from start to finish, or it would never see the light of day. That’s the beauty–and the curse–of the art form. You are the architect, the engineer, and the builder–all in one, and just like any real job, you have to show up and do the work, regardless of how you feel.
Not exactly what we want to hear but the sad reality is we’ll probably spend more time staring at a blank page, cursing and hating what we’ve written, rather than patting ourselves on the back for a prose well done. It’s an uphill climb and we constantly have to battle with ourselves, our insecurities, and perhaps even our demons, questioning all the while why we keep at it, when reason says there are better ways to spend our time on.
So why do we do it? Are we simply gluttons for punishment? Or is writing an intrinsic part of us that no matter all the hair-pulling and angst that goes with it, we just can’t seem to give it up? There are hundreds of reasons why we do it, and as many reasons not to. Perhaps at the end of the day, the reasons don’t really matter; when the undeniable truth is that we write simply because we have to.