A writer lives in a world of emotion. We bounce around like a super ball full of highs and lows.
Our emotions hit hard and they always hit in different ways. Like the stories we write our emotions carry with them a story of their own.
When we write a perfect scene the high we feel takes us down a beautiful path that lasts until our dreams begin to fade. But the moment we receive a bit of bad news we find ourselves asking – What’s the point?
We are constantly flying above the clouds or crashing down to earth. We strap ourselves in for a bumpy ride and are willing to pay the price.
Every now and then I put on the breaks and ask myself why? Rumor has it some of you have done the same.
Could I ever walk away from all of this? Could I wave goodbye to the stories and characters that are dancing in my head?
Could I wish them well as I travel over the hill to normal-land?
What if I did?
You and I are an interesting bunch. We create worlds, people, problems and success. We do what many call impossible or weird.
It takes a brave person to expose themselves but we do it every day and we don’t seem to mind.
But every now and then we get tired. Maybe a particular rejection hit to close to home or maybe an unfortunate circumstance crashed and burned that was out of our control.
It’s at that point we may catch ourselves asking – Is it worth it?
Did we choose a path where the terrain is simply too rocky? To dangerous? To hard or too harsh?
The answer is yes. Writing is hard but walking away is harder.
What do we do? What should we do?
So what drives us? Why don’t we stop? Why can’t we settle down in normal-land and join the others?
I would love to sit down with all of you and listen to your answers. I have to say it would be fascinating. My answer will always be the same: A spoonful of curiosity and a handful of stubbornness.
I will always be curious how my ideas will turn out. Will they catch the bad guy? Will she find her way out of trouble? Will he ever grow up?
These questions and the excitement they create will always drive me. The process of the first draft and the real work when draft two rolls around.
If I were to walk away I’d leave behind not only my writing but a huge piece of me. I’m already small enough, why would I want to be smaller?
The truth is that’s not going to happen. I will keep searching for that perfect scene where that perfect character and their perfect world live.
I guess that’s where the stubbornness comes in.
We are a different bunch. Some say we are an unusual bunch. Whatever we are I could not imagine a finer group than you.
This crazy path is full of mystery. Sometimes it’s full of heart break and sometimes it’s above the clouds.
Whatever it is, it’s worth it and that’s all that really matters, isn’t it.