I’m 24, and I’m old enough to know that I’m still pretty damn young, and young people fall on their faces. Often. Sure I’ll learn from my mistakes, but there comes a time when you just want to be GOOD at thing you’re trying to be good at.
I shouldn’t be the first to tell you that writing is a bitch. It’s hard and mean and stressful and full of anxiety and fear of rejection and critique. It’s an act treasured by masochists and not a thing that comes naturally. It’s learned with sweat and blood and tears and bakes a pie out of all three and makes you eat it.
Writing is HARD.
But writers do it anyway. And we do it because… well… a lot of reasons.
I got to talking to some old man and he told me this: “There’s a fine line between those who create and those who experience creations of others. As long as there’s someone who’ll appreciate the work involved in creation, then that effort is time well spent. To this end, I’ll continue to create as long as I can.”
Old man was no writer… but he was a hell of a craftsman, and by God he loved his crafts.
I used to stick to writing because it was a challenge.
Now I stick to it because I love and appreciate the things that I make, and hope someone someday can do the same.
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/ July 23, 2012I love this! It really makes you think about why we write. 🙂 Thanks!