A little while ago I submitted my latest Sport Rider article to Kent (the editor). It’s always a good feeling when I get that done. I’m not sure whether it’s more from pleasure or from relief. Probably a combination.
I love words. I love it when I’ve worked them into an order that has a rhythm and a cadence and which says something I’m interested in. I love having written.
But the process of writing itself can be frustratingly difficult. I’m a good writer (I think). But I’m not an especially fast writer. It’s not like I sit down and quickly bang out a story. The words have to be teased out. And then wrestled into place. It’s a laborious process. You love it when you’re done, a new story in hand. But only when it’s over.
Since the only chance I ever get to write is on the weekends, I’m not unhappy when we have some crappy weather which happens to correspond with a deadline. And so the unsettled weather we had this weekend was fine with me. Finish the draft of the story I started last weekend. Read it one last time when I get home from work. Send it along.
Crack a cold beer.
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I find writing to be much like childbirth – long, painful, but ultimately rewarding!
I think that’s probably a perfect description of it!