I’ve talked briefly before about how uncertain I am that I have the emotional where with all to be a writer. It’s not the writing or the editing ability that I lack, it’s the ability to roll with the constant rejection. I keep trying to explain it to other writers, to get their feelings on the process, in order to process my feelings on the whole mess that is publishing.
Recently an article came out on Writer Unboxed called Keeping Your Hustle Joyful by Anna Elliott. A few quotes from her delightful post….
“…I’ve written because quite simply, however hard life feels in that moment, however hard it is to pick myself up and sit down at the keyboard, not writing would be harder still.”
“I wanted to write because I love it.”
“It’s always easier for me to write than not write.”
I’m jealous of her. The green eyed monster is in the house. Because I’ve lost that loving feeling, now it’s gone, gone, gone, whoa-oa-oa.