You gotta read this article in the Huffington Post by Glennon Melton. It’s humorous, and it’s about not getting stressed out that sometimes kids are too much of a pain in the ass to be enjoyed, but there’s a line about writing that pulls it together nicely. This was it: There was a famous writer who, when asked if he loved writing, replied, “No. but I love having written.”
I don’t know who said this, but I so get it. On both the writing side and the the parenting side. I do not enjoy Nugget’s 3 A.M. wake up call, and sometimes I do not enjoy writing. Writing is hard. Really, really hard. To do it right––to bring together all the components needed to make whole book work––is VERY hard. Like any activity, it gets easier the more you do it, but sometimes it’s pure labor.
Like now. I’m slogging through my edits. Some of the notes I made in the margins of my manuscript are as discernible as primordial cave art. I’m not enjoying it. But there’s nothing I’d rather be doing.