What a World

Writing when you are either physically or mentally exhausted is hard to do. You really don’t even have to reach the point of exhaustion, just fall somewhere on that spectrum.

The mental side is the more challenging of the two, as far as I see it. But, there are some days where I will use either one as some form of excuse to not accomplish a goal, in this case…writing.

Morning entertainment with the kid. Work. Bathtime. Cooking. Cleaning. Prepping for tomorrow. Unless writing is the full-time gig, it can get tricky.

That is the frustration. That is the allure. An intoxicating combo.

We, us writers, have examples of those who have struggled with the dilemma in the past. Some have overcome and strived. Some have not. Names abound.

As a late bloomer, term used loosely, in the world of writing, I can appreciate all of those who have dedicated their time and struggled to make this a profession. Wherever that means. It is hard. It is nerve-racking. It is out of the norm.

But, it can be worth it.

When I hear of those who have gone down the path enough to provide for themselves and their family, it seems ideal. Few and far between, maybe.

This is hard. This is impactful. We should all do it.

Writing. What a game. What a world.