Would you believe my greatest temptation when writing is to give it up entirely? It doesn’t make sense, since I love writing. I love playing with words. I love creating stories. I love getting to know my characters. And I love, love, love getting the news that I’m going to be published—it doesn’t ever get old!
But when I’m sitting in front of my computer and struggling to find those words, oh man, do I want to give this all up. And when I get the bazillion rejections before I get the one acceptance, yeah, I want to give up writing altogether.
I don’t. And I haven’t. And I think that’s one of the benefits writing provides me. It forces me to have a very thick skin. That’s not to say that the rejections don’t hurt. They still do. But there’s a part of me that can look past it and convince the rest of me to keep going. It might take a day or two, sometimes even a week or two, but eventually, the part of my brain where my characters talk to each other (sounds so much better than saying I hear voices, doesn’t it?), nudges me and sit at my computer again for something other than Facebook.
The same is true when I’m uninspired. I look at what I’m writing and have no desire to continue. It’s horrible, it’s boring, it’s going nowhere. But eventually, my fingers move across the keyboard and something appears on the page. I have frequently had days like this during the 30K writing challenge in which I’m participating. But the challenge has forced me to write even if I don’t want to, even if I can’t. Sure, a lot of it is dreck and will be deleted later, but the discipline is kicking in.
I guess, in a way, writing is like eating your vegetables. They don’t always taste very good, they’re nowhere near as appealing as chocolate, for example, but they’re healthy. And as an adult, you realize you have to be healthy. So you eat them. And continue to eat them until you no longer mind them. And sometimes, they even taste good (except for Brussels sprouts and lima beans, I hate those!). J