Anyone who has read this blog before will know that I am a writer. Or at least, I try to be a writer. Being a writer requires me to write, and actually doing that part has been a struggle this year.
Partly it's been revising which is an important part of writing. But revising isn't what I love doing. It's a thing I have to do to make my writing work the way I want it to do. Revising is like renovations where writing is building a house.
But right now, I wish I was revising again. I haven't found the right way into this new story yet, so I'm writing a lot of words I know I'll end up throwing away. But for me, that's how it starts with some projects. I have to write a bunch of beginnings to find the way into the story.
Other stories feel like they've already been written and just fall out of my brain onto the page. I love those ones. They need revising too - often a lot of revising - but it doesn't take me time to get into the story I want to tell.
But I can't not write. I've tried and the stories keep coming and bombarding my brain and then I eventually have to get myself in front of my computer and let the words come out. Sometimes they're good words, and sometimes they're not. The book I started last week is my 12th. There are a lot of abandoned novels lurking in my hard-drive, some finished, some only a few thousand words in. I have to hope that one day I'll have the energy and drive to resurrect some of those stories, because when I wrote them, I loved them enough to spend that time getting them on paper.
Then again. There's probably a reason why I abandoned them...
Do you write? Do you struggle with it?