Writing can the one of the most difficult things to do. You put in absolutely hours of time, with little or no reward. Social norms fall by the wayside as you take every free minute to put a word or ten down. It’s awful.
Yet so many people do it.
Because all the things that people hate about writing, is also all the reasons it’s brilliant. Here’s what I hate about writing (but don’t really). This article should make you feel better about anything you really think you don’t like…and why it’s okay to feel that way.
1. So Lonely
I have to spend hours on my own, sitting in a dark room, staring at a screen. Alone. No one is actually allowed to talk to me. So not only am I being left alone like some freak in the school playground, but it’s my own choice. I’m the freak who blows his nose on his tie and knows this is the reason people don’t want to talk with him, so keeps blowing his nose on his tie.
We have our characters. And yes, they’re just people in my head, but if they’re proper three dimensional characters, then I really care about what’s happening to them so I’m not actually alone. I’m spending time with people who, at that moment, are the most important people in the world to me.
2. White Page of Death
Yes, my story/novel/comic/script is finished! Hoorah! Except, wait. That means I’m starting something new and there is a blank screen in front of me and the only idea I have is awful and I’ve been sitting here for an hour and I’ve only written half a page and…you mean I have to fill 300 of these?
This is the best part of the writing process. First draft. New start. Whatever I’m working on, the first draft and filling the blank pages is the most exciting part of the whole process. I can write whatever I want. No one’s going to read the first draft anyway! And I’m not filling 300 pages now. Just fill one today. And one more tomorrow. And two more the day after. Each sentence, scene, page is a success.
3. I’ve Finished a Book…But No One Wants It.
It takes roughly a year to two years to write a full novel, on average. So you mean, I’ve got to spend two years doing something and then it might not go any further than a document on my computer? Well what’s the point?
So this book wasn’t picked up by an agent, hasn’t been published, hasn’t been made into a movie and I don’t now live in a mansion in Maine where I spend my life writing for three hours in the morning and drugging up at night.
Any work I’ve finished, be it short story/novel/comic/script/whatever…is better than the last short story/novel/comic/script/whatever. I’m slowly improving. If I was a million steps away from being published, I must now be 999,999 steps away. That’s one step forward. And you know what? I WROTE SOMETHING. That makes me a writer!
And that’s pretty damn cool.
(via a-writers-littlethings)Source: paulbevanwriter