March 12, 2017

As a writer, I get to experience many of my craziest, wildest dreams every time I sit down to work on my next book, craft an intricate little story, or simply attempt poetry-I am not very good at the latter. And the best part of what I do is sharing those dreams and fantasies with my readers. I also enjoy reading books myself-I mean, who doesn't?-and I love seeing and experiencing the story the author of that book wants to share with the world, and I hope that my work is as impactful on my readers as some of the amazing books I have read.
But one of my biggest struggles as a writer is seeing how awful my work really is, despite what all the people who have read and commented on how amazing it is. But those people can't see the words the same way that I do, nor can they understand the fifth meaning behind what is being said as clearly as I do. I have been told that I am my own worst enemy, and I truly beleive that I am.
Currently, I am working on re-editing Dawn to Dusk, and I so badly want to scrap the whole darn novel and start fresh.
That is the challenge I fight daily, and it is mostly with myself, and the sad thing is that I always loose. Just like I loose the argument to wake up five minutes earlier, and end up sleeping in an extra twenty.
Anyway, that is my thought of the week, and now I am going to go bash myself with a pillow because the thought of using a brick is too painful. :)
God Bless, and have a blessed Lent.