The will to write

Today I wrote a guest piece on another illustrious writer’s page. That writer happens to be my wife, and it isn’t really a guest piece but a part of an ongoing contribution. So I sort of lied. Or led astray… or what have you.

The important part is that you check out the blog. It is a part of the journey we are starting. It is an undertaking. It is a leap of faith.

It is overwhelming.

But every great journey begins with a moment of gut wrenching agony. If it’s easy, safe, a sure thing… well you might want to rearrange your life. You are headed for possible calamity.

And with none of the thrilling moments to give gratitude for…

But read the rest of my inner dialogue expressed upon the page over here → http://andthreetogo.wordpress.com.

What I have to say upon this page is that nothing worth doing is easy. I struggled hard to deliver A Tale of Two Brother’s into the hands of the readers. I suffered mental anguish, strained eyes, and many wasted hours.

Wasted. Hours.

I languished. I hesitated. I have a gift. I wasted it for many, many days.

Writing comes to me… I feel for it. I yearn for it. It makes my fingers bleed.

But I don’t do it…

I talk about it. I think about it. I lose sleep over it.

But to put my hands onto the keyboard, or to pull the pen across paper… It is a physical pain that echoes through my bones.

And that means it is essential that I persevere.

For nothing worth doing is painless…

The man upon the sea, ropes cutting through his hands, explores new worlds.

The woman, pulling her facial covering aside, pushes past the hatred to silence fear.

The child, pulling itself up from the floor after a fall, takes another excited step forward.

They push through. They do what they love. They do what they must.

And though the reward is far away… it does come.

My first book is doing well. For I have lots of supportive friends and family. I am expecting bad reviews. I am expecting the disdain of the grammar Nazis. I am expecting the punctuation police to tear through my work.

But I persevere. I must. For there is an exciting new world ahead. And the fear will only keep me from stepping forward.

Write on friends. Write on.

C

Now… Go read http://andthreetogo.wordpress.com