Occasionally,
this love for reading grows into a natural love for the writing
process. On good days, I am swept away by putting words on the page,
dreaming up cool ideas, and figuring out ways to touch a reader's heart
and mind. It's the best job in the world.
Other
days, I sweat it. I am distracted too easily. I feel stupid as I
write, the words are not what I am seeing inside. I give up at the
first phone call, email ping, or view of the overflowing laundry
basket.
So,
we all, eventually, have to discover what keeps us "in the room" with
our writing, as short-story writer Ron Carlson calls it. Why do we
stop, when we stop--and what can we do about it?