I’ve just read a great post over at LifeDev: Empowering Creative People (in case you missed it, that’s a link – this theme doesn’t make them obvious). It’s about how to avoid failing, but it’s the bit about laziness that caught my attention, particularly about the role that fear plays in moving things forward. It got me thinking about why I keep writing, even when my project seems to be overwhelming.
I asked myself the big ‘why’ question a couple of months ago. Why do I do this when it’s so hard and exhausting? Why don’t I choose something with a faster result, like art? Then I thought about what would happen if I just gave the whole thing up and stopped writing. I sat down and pictured myself putting down the pen, shelving the manuscript and turning to something else. I felt the weight of the project lifting from my shoulders, and imagined myself rejoining the world out there where books are things you read, not write.
Truth is, it didn’t feel good. In fact, it felt downright rotten. Somewhere deep down, it feels like I’ve got something to say and I need to say it. It might not be profound, it might not be important, it might not even be sensible, but it’s there and it’s mine.
The fact is, I love my craft. To give it up doesn’t feel right. To live without it feels empty and boring. So next time I whinge about it, just remind me of that, OK?