Why oh why do I write?
As I sit at the keyboard night after night until midnight I have to question if I am all together sane. Writing a novel is tedious, lonesome, and exhausting (add frustrating and utterly infuriating if you hit a patch of writers block). Seriously, when I finish writing a novel I am completely and thoroughly spent, so what keeps me coming back?
“It’s not like the writing has made you rich or famous,” the devil on my left shoulder says.
“That’s not the point,” the angel on my right shoulder fires back. “He has a story and characters that he loves inside his head demanding to be told.”
The devil throws his hands up. “Oh fine have it your way, but I still think playing a video game would be easier.”
The angel does a back flip and I am back at it again. Wait, did I seriously just have a conversation with devils and angels on my shoulders? Maybe I should get to bed pick it up tomorrow.
“It’s not like the writing has made you rich or famous,” the devil on my left shoulder says.
“That’s not the point,” the angel on my right shoulder fires back. “He has a story and characters that he loves inside his head demanding to be told.”
The devil throws his hands up. “Oh fine have it your way, but I still think playing a video game would be easier.”
The angel does a back flip and I am back at it again. Wait, did I seriously just have a conversation with devils and angels on my shoulders? Maybe I should get to bed pick it up tomorrow.
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Heather
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Dec 17, 2012 02:17PM
I'm definitely on the angel's side here. ;P
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The angel keeps earning his wings so far. It is a bummer that every time I feel like I hit a good writing groove I need to stop and go research something. Not quite as familiar with the Middle Ages, as I was the Roman era for book 2.
