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As writers, we learn it’s a lot of work creating something out of nothing. We stare at a blank page for some time. Our heads fill with ideas; itchy fingers hover over the keyboard. There’s an adventure in there somewhere.
And nothing…
In a bum mood, we go to bed, drift off to la la land, and then bam! That perfect sentence wedges its way in! We race down to that cluttered place called a desk, filled with post-it notes, and the words flow… until we realize it’s morning and work is calling. Eek!
After many sleepless nights and strong cups of coffee at work, a first draft appears! That’s when the dreaded editing begins. At first, happy-go-lucky writers think hey, I’ll run through it once and it’ll be done. A masterpiece, right?!
Nope.
The bazillionth edit comes along and suddenly, it’s like your teacher at the end of your high school English exam yells out, “Put your pencils down!”
You’re done, finito.
You back away from the desk, hand over this precious manuscript you’ve been slaving over to the professionals who ruthlessly tear it apart like a dog with a chew toy. The ingrates hand you what’s left and demand you edit it again.
That about sums up the writing part. Does it sound dark?
It’s difficult. The up side?
Literally millions of dollars! Maybe in some banana republic currency… Seriously, though, seeing the fruits of your labor in print. Holding that first bound book in your hands. Knowing someone else other than you and your cousin, Bartholomew, enjoyed the story. Priceless…
Like anything in life, if you aren’t enjoying it, why are you doing it?
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