What is it about writing that makes us want to keep doing it day after day. Don’t we ever get tired? Sure we do. We get sick of writing all the time.
But in all honesty, I never truly tire of writing. If I could (and I do dream of that day), I would write all day long for no other reason than because it feels right. And I’d love to be able to stop when I hit the wall — you know, that chunk of red brick and mortar about three feet wide and sixteen hundred miles high — but sometimes we can’t. We’ve got more deadlines, more pressure. We need more income.
It’s one of those things, though, that no matter how weary I grow, no matter how frustrated I become, I just can’t give up on. This writing thing is larger than me, it seems.
So how do I keep trudging forward, when my mind doesn’t feel like disassembling the fortifications of writer’s block? [Note: I’m not a “qualified writing expert,” just a dude who wrestles with his scribbles.]
I go for a walk. I do something else for a while. I read a book or an article or a tweet. Sometimes that helps a lot. Never underestimate the power of other people’s creativity as a source of inspiration.
And late at night, when I’m still pounding out words and trying not to over caffeinate, I ask myself, “how much do you have left?” If the answer comes back “not a damn thing,” I switch off the light.
I don’t know if this is helpful to you, but seeing other writers struggle through their work is reassuring to me. Misery loves company, I guess. And there’s no misery or ecstasy like a lifelong battle through the snow-capped peaks and craggy chasms of the written word.
You know you love it too.