I sit down behind my desk and move all of my desk trinkets aside. I am left with my small desk library, some tissue, coffee, and a world of silence. A notebook with a blank page is under my hand as I twirl my pen, hoping that my first word would appear on that blank line at the top.
Starting a writing project can be daunting, but at the same time there’s an intriguing sense of excitement that comes from placing that first word on a blank page. It’s like opening the cover of a brand new book that has an adventure that you have waited to embark on for a very, very long time.
Every time I have a chance to sit down and write with my fresh cup of coffee, I feel that excitement running through my fingers and the veins of my arms. But sometimes that excitement turns into frustration as I rip the page from my notebook and throw it behind me with a sigh of exasperation. The excitement I felt doesn’t flourish, but instead it seeps into a discomforting wave of disappointment.
Frustration isn’t what I expect from writing, but that’s part of the adventure. Writing is hard. Writing is frustrating. The purpose of being a writer is to write through the hardship and reap the rewards from the precious time that we place into our stories. After all, we write for ourselves before other we write for others (unless you happen to be a ghost or freelance writer then…writing for people is your sole purpose). For us fiction writers we have tales to tell, worlds to explore,
characters to kill, and we enjoy it.
My life as never been the same since I started my writing adventure. I have built worlds, created characters that have become a part of me. Has anyone experienced my worlds and characters? No. They may have read chapters but I haven’t gotten to the point where they have read a single work and have fallen in love with my characters. My readers’ time will come soon enough.
Writing is a privilege and such a great way to emerge into a world that is far away from our reality. God I love being a writer!
I have so many ideas, so many things that I want to get out of my head even though it may be a bit difficult. But that’s okay. That’s perfectly okay. I live to place words on paper. So do you.