I’ve learned through the course of my sometimes busy, always unexpected, and insanely scheduled life that writing is a lot like exercise.
I never have enough time to do it.
There will always be10 things that feel like a higher priority.
Sometimes the motivation isn’t there.
I always feel better when I make time to devote to it.
When, for one reason or another, or twenty others, I haven’t written in a while, it feels so hard to find the day and time available to fire up the old laptop and get to it. Where do I begin? How do I begin? Where did I even leave off last?
Once I actually sit down in the peace of some stolen solitude and begin the process of reading/writing/editing/plotting, I am invigorated. Every time I begin again I am reminded why I began in the first place. I love writing. I love all the places my writing takes me. I love the feeling of being transported to new and unexpected places and even more, the knowledge they were somehow a part of me all along. It’s like reading a book, only more personal, because I feel every moment of it, even the ones no one will ever read. I never regret a single moment spent writing.
I tell you all this as a yet unpublished writer. No one is paying me to do what I do. No one would have to. (Although I sure wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.) I love writing. It’s not my day job, although I don’t get a paycheck for that one either. It’s more of a night job actually, but calling it a job isn’t exactly accurate. It’s become a whole lot more like exercise. It’s not exactly like air, because I could live without it, just not quite as well or full. Doing it just helps me be a better me. I feel better, I think better, I’m more content, I’m less frustrated and I live a little fuller.
So why do I forget that when I get pulled away from it for a week? Suddenly it’s so hard to get back into, when it is exactly what I need to pull me through.
Some people run triathlons, some people climb the world’s highest peaks, or sky dive or surf.
I write novels.
(Oh, I exercise too and it always feels good as well, just not as good as writing does.)