Ah, the writer’s life.
The joy of getting out of bed when you want, grabbing an aromatic cup of freshly-perked java, and still decked out in comfy pajamas and fuzzy slippers, sitting in front of the computer tastefully situated in a beautiful office with a glorious view and immediately typing away on your next book. No hassles. No interruptions.
Words flowing. Ideas flowing. Creative energy flowing. Like a dream, the story writes itself, and before you know it, another book is written.
A perfect day. A perfect life. The writer’s life.
This scenario, unfortunately, is a fantasy. The way we wish it would be, especially when we’re most frustrated with our writing. The reality is me dragging my still-tired self out of bed way earlier than I really want, feeding the cat, making the coffee that may or may not be aromatic or any good, and then schlepping my way over to my computer to wade through the mass of stuff I have to do before I can get to my book.
Once I’m writing, it rarely goes smoothly. Sometimes the words flow, sometimes they don’t. And if they don’t then I live in hell until I can work my way out of the corner I’ve probably managed to write myself into, until I finally, finally, figure out where the blasted story is supposed to go. This scenario is especially true if you’re a pantser like me.
As if that weren’t enough, then the editing process begins. This is where I continually go over and over and over my manuscript, fleshing it out, adding in layers and depth, agonizing over word choices and sentence structure, and generally cleaning up the mess I fondly refer to as my first draft. All in an effort to make said manuscript as perfect as I possibly can. And when you’re a perfectionist by nature like I am, and even if you’re not, it’s a lot of hard work. And despite all that effort, the end result still isn’t anywhere near perfect. Is it all worth it?
Because when you sell your book, the feeling of elation is like no other. And when that book’s release day arrives, the excitement is phenomenal. The absolute icing on the cake is when you hear back from readers who love your book. It’s wonderful. It’s a dream.