Every day is a struggle to sit down at the keyboard and keep writing. Then I sit down, write, and it's great. Today, I wrote over 2,000 words in just barely over an hour. I'm not struggling while I write. I'm struggling to get myself into that sitting position and start. This line of thinking provides the basis for one of my favorite books, Steven Pressfield's "The War of Art." Here are a few of his thoughts, used much like all of my writing this month – without any permission whatsoever. "When we sit down day after day and keep grinding, something mysterious starts to happen... Unseen forces enlist in our cause; serendipity reinforces our purpose." "The warrior and the artist live by the same code of necessity, which dictates that the battle must be fought anew every day."
I don't know if those quotes will mean as much to you as they do to me, but I think I've read through that book more than I've read anything else. I need to remember these things, because most of the time, I don't want to fight.
If I don't fight, I can't fail. Writing is a pretty solitary sport, and like it or not, outside approval becomes a part of things you do. It happens for me, partly out of curiosity and mostly because I want people to like me. For example, I'm writing this blog for me, but I really care about what you think. I'm interested in how many views I get. I like to know that people are reading.
And so when I blog and get just a few viewers, it's easy to think that I shouldn't anymore. Because writing for me became writing to get readers. An act of creativity became an act to stroke my ego.
And all of that is what makes it so hard to put my butt in the seat and just write. And all of that is what makes me think that I shouldn't finish something I'm already 27,000 words into.
And I think, in essence, all of that is what makes being a writer such a struggle.