Loving It

I realize that I sometimes (okay a lot of times) complain about various aspects that annoy me about writing and I would RuPaulogize for that, but I think it would be insincere. The fact of the matter is, I do love what I do, and I’m not sure I could make that clear enough. I may not always love the end result and sometimes I don’t always love the process (at least if I allow myself to think about it) but I do love doing this. I’m not sure I could handle it if I didn’t. There are good parts and bad parts to everything, that’s part of life, but when the good outweighs all of the bad, that’s when you know your doing what your supposed to be doing, and for me the pure joy of writing and losing myself in that world and that story and feeling the emotions of my characters and just living the story, that joy, that excitement will always outweigh the nightmares of rewriting and editing. It’d be great in theory to love what you do every second of every day, but I think it’s only human to have moments where you wish you could do anything else, especially as a writer. This sort of love/hate relationship seems to go hand in hand with being a writer. Writer’s are not what I’d call particularly healthy people, for a lot of varying reasons…

All of that said, I think my desire to keep you informed with what’s going on has sort of clouded that professional wall I’d hoped to build up in which I don’t rant to you every time something annoys me about my books. I’m sure there’s better things you’d rather be doing, frankly there’s better things I’d rather be doing as well… like writing (or in this case re-writing). So I’m going to try… keyword there, to be a little less ranty when I explain how my books are going. To be fair, it’s sometimes difficult to say: nowhere slowly without sounding a little bit bitter about it.