Every once in awhile, I stumble upon a day when the writing doesn’t come easily. I struggle with forming sentences into paragraphs. An hour of work ends up under a big, huge X. It’s cut. Because it’s wretched. I groan and sigh and roll my eyes at my own inane words.
On days like those, I go to bed still satisfied.
Because I put in the work. I wrote something. Anything. I showed up, even if what I did that day was less than okay.
Writers have to develop a strong work ethic in order to finish novels/poems/essays/plays.
Can I tell you that I write every day because if I don’t I transform into a grumpy mama monster?
And I write every day so that I keep myself sharp. To keep myself from getting out of the habit.
I write every day because I love it.
I’ve learned that I have to hold myself to a high standard of work ethics. No one is supervising me. I don’t have to punch in a time clock. If I don’t write, I won’t get fired (because I’m my own boss).
But, if I don’t write, even a little, I’m missing a grand opportunity. I’m neglecting my craft.
And, if I choose not to write, I’m choosing for characters not to come into being. I’m shutting down stories that need to be told. My neglect would mean the production of nothing.
It would be disobedience to the calling I feel God has for me.
Even if, on the tough days, all I write is “Something”.
What do you do every day? What keeps you motivated? I love to hear from you. And I super love getting ideas for how to keep moving along.