Writing is hard. This may sound whiny to the average person, but it really isn't. They clearly aren't taking into account the planning, thinking, and then the stressing when you swear you hit 'Ctrl + S' before logging off.
And then there's that day when every insecurity and put down you've ever told to stuff it that your inner editor's said comes back tenfold:
Are you kidding? You call that writing?
Oh, God. And you say you want to be a bestseller...
*insert character name* is a complete waste of time. A dog could tell you that.
You and your idea of a good romance makes me sick.
Just kill *insert character name* already...
And the list goes on. Of course, these eventually do go away. You know, when you read back over that brilliant scene and just start crying buckets or going into hysterics over your own work.But somehow, you get past all this. Bravo. But then you have another question as you stare at your painfully blank document:
Uh, so like, what do I write?
Yep. Even if you have about a billion notes on a story, how the heck are you supposed to just sit down an put the words to paper... er, word document? Well, to illustrate just how hard that is, I'm going to describe a common writing day:
You sit down on the sofa/chair/bed and pull out your laptop/typewriter/pen. "I think I'm gonna write a bit," you say, opening your document/typewriter/notebook. Proudly, you see the *insert number* words you've written.
This is gonna be a piece of cake! you think. You write for about 30 minutes, then start procrastinating. In this order, you check:
Twitter, Facebook etc. (optional)
And then you go back to your document and decide to give your character weird. hair for no apparent reason besides the fact you saw a totally awesome photo on Pinterest.
And in the end... you don't even remember what you set out to do. Besides google pics of cute kittens. But then, however many months/years(/lives?! O_O) later, as you hold your finished manuscript in your hands, you think:
It was all worth it.