While tackling the revision of a current book I’m working on, I reflect on why on earth anyone would want to be a writer. Every first draft is crap, and even when we spend days, weeks or months on a project- rejection is still as common to writers as the air we breathe. So why do I do it? Simple answer: Because I love it.
Author of National Velvet, Enid Bagnold, said it well…“Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it’s the answer to everything. … It’s the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it’s a cactus.”