The Act of Writing

I realize that every person is different. And that what comes easily to one person may be rather difficult for another. With that being said, the act of writing (actually writing) comes very easily to me. If I were to open my WIP right now I could get anywhere from 700-3,000 words on paper without blinking an eye. I’m not saying I’d be writing the next great anything, but words are words and are mostly better than nothing.

But I have no desire to write right now. None. And I’m okay with that. I can’t think of any person who really cares about what I’m doing with my current book. I mean, some bloggers might ask about it every so often, but no one really cares at the end of the day. And I’m also okay with that.

But the point of this is that many of you out there do want to write. And you aren’t. There are people I know off the top of my head who write in every free moment they possibly can because those moments are few and far between. There are people I know who have a lot less going on than even I do and write just as little as I do. My point is that if you’re not writing, then perhaps it’s because you just don’t feel like it. And I don’t think anyone should be punished for that.