why i love it

writing is not easy. it is work. it takes time, effort, and determination. i don't care what you think---writing doesn't come out as easy as breathing, nor is it something you can just plop down and do. a true writer is constantly revising, perfecting, changing, and starting over. a true writer is never satisfied with their work. a true writer is their own harshest critic. a true writer thinks that they are the worst writer in the world.

writing takes a lot out of you. it's so difficult to write about an event or a thought, and somehow convey the very experience to a reader. it's exhausting trying to find the right words to make things jump off the page at you, to capture all the feelings, emotions, and thoughts that were veering crazily through your head at the time, to convey the very soul of something.

most days i dread the thought of sitting down and trying to write, of anticipating the struggle i am going to have with words and sentences. then there are days where i am so full of words that they bubble out from my fingers onto my computer. most of the time writing is a battle, a grapple with memory and letters and emotion.

it's draining and uncomfortable and sometimes doesn't feel worth it. especially when you cannot seem to strip away the crap and expose the gold underneath.

but there's something about seeing words you sweated over on the page. you get a little glow somwhere around the vicinity of your chest.

that....that little glow is what it's all about.
the struggle is what makes it worth it.