Then there are the hours spent editing, re-writing when something isn't working and the polishing. Not to mention beginning another one when it's finished.
Discipline? Dedication? Drive? Yeah right.
Sometimes I go for days when I cannot summon the inclination, or enthusiasm to write a word, and others when I want to write, even sit down with my books and computer all ready, but then for some inexplicable reason I stare at a blank screen for an hour and end up trawling through Facebook to see what my virtual writer friends are up to, or playing 'Jewels'.
Worse, are the days when I plough into a new chapter and type three thousands words and save the file feeling virtuous. Then when I re-read it the next day, a stomach churning realisation dawns on me that I wasted my time, and it's a load of wooden, senseless rubbish, and that I have committed the true crime of a writer - it doesn't progress the story!
On days like that, I tell myself, this isn't worth it, I'll never me more than a mediocre writer selling a few hundred copies of my books in a good year. I make a conscious decision not to put myself through all the self-doubt and put the laptop away, be a better wife, mother, and even a better housewife and somehow make up to my family for neglecting them for my writing.
I even feel good about it for a few days - then I get an idea that would fit perfectly into my wip. Or I hear a phrase that perfectly describes my main character, or a more credible solution to my plot jumps into my mind - and I'm off again, head down and ignoring everything around me for hours.
I cannot help it - it's who I am, successful or not - I'm a writer.
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