I am supposed to be writing. Editing, to be more specific. I’ve been working on a novel since I was pregnant (and home) with my last child. She is now five and the book is done, kinda. Except…I’ve got to bring the hero in sooner and fix the trigger that starts our heroine down her path and make sure all the “L.A.’s” in the text have periods between the “L” and the “A.”

Instead of doing all of that, I’m on Facebook watching videos of people achieving great things. I’m on Twitter railing against the idiocies of the current administration. I’m secretly wondering if my coworker is somehow in my brain and stealing away all my revolutionary ideas. What I’m not doing is writing.

I read somewhere that writing is easy but hard to master – and it’s lonely. You have to calm your mind, focus on the words in front of you and lose yourself in the lives of the characters you’ve created. A discipline and a craft, it requires fortitude – a quality that by its very definition calls for “courage in pain or adversity.”

Do you write? How do you maintain your commitment to getting to “The End?”

#AmWriting #AmEditing