Friday, however, was not one of those times.
For an entire afternoon, I wrote page after page, only to realize how awful it was. (I'm not being precious here. I'm fully capable of recognizing dreck when I see it. Even when it's mine. Especially when it's mine... ~sigh~)
I wrote 3 pages, then performed a mercy killing and began again. Lather. Rinse Repeat. At the end of the bloodletting, only 3 paragraphs remained standing.
I felt like the early settlers who, when pushing across the heavily wooded Midwest could labor all day beginning at sunrise, then at sunset look behind them and see where they had started.
And so, I turned to Twitter. Because no other place online makes me realize that we all endure the same process. I asked a simple question:
In spite of rejection, caffeine shortages, sleepless nights & tetchy muses, what keeps you #amwriting?
Here's what my brothers and sisters in the trenches had to say:
@Pages2Type: If I stopped, my wife would have to hear all these things. If write them down, it keeps me sane... well, sane-ish.
@DaleEstey: To find out what happens.
@angelaparson: I keep writing because the characters just won't shut up.
@trudymorgancole: My dad (a publisher) once had to explain to someone how little $ most pubbed authors make. Person (aghast): "Why do they do it??"
Dad's response? "They can't help themselves."
Truer words were never spoken. We can't help ourselves. Furthermore, I, for one, don't wish to.
Why do you write? What keeps you at it, especially on days when the words won't dance with you, or your characters aren't talking to you, or your family just shakes their collective heads in disbelief? I encourage you to add your words of wisdom in the comments below.