I've read several blogs this week about hanging in there and the discouragement of writing. Boy, howdy, let's face it, writing is, at times, like a life sucking leech. You write and write and usually get nothing back for your troubles.
Some days you might have more fun putting a gun to your head. Okay that pretty drastic, but ...
Do I sound discouraged? Cynical? Let's face it, I have my moments when I think the whole writing business sucks. But after years and years, I keep on Keeping on.
Why? One might ask. I ask myself that on many occasions. Because I love to write. I love to put words together and get a story. I love to make up characters, put them in love, put them in turmoil and pull them apart and bring them together.
And as I've said before I love to take imagination day trips.
It's who I am. And I think I have some pretty wonderful characters. And some pretty great stories.
Been plugging away at writing projects, trying to finish the first edits on the two stories, In the Manor of the Ghost and Then Came Mercy, for Desert Breeze and get them out. Trying to finish another story, Counting Tessa, my time travel trilogy. I have over 100,000 words. I can see a light at the end of the tunnel, then I get to start on book two, Regarding Rita. After that, we work on Asking Allyson.
And that's just tip of the iceberg, I still have a few other books to finish.
Two or three or four...
This while trying to run a business and watch children. There are days I could use another brain. Then there are days when I want to throw in the towel. Nah, I may put it all aside for a time, but I always gravitate back to the paper and pen and jot more words down. That's what writers do. And for better or worse, I am a writer.
One day I may actually get a few other people to believe that too.