For me, writing is definitely a labor of love. I’m hoping that someday it will be a labor for pay, too – but for now and for always, I write because I love it. Even on days like today, when my to-do list consists more of chores (book map for a master class on plot, queries, update submissions spreadsheet), I find myself looking forward to my time at my desk.
It hasn’t always been this way. A few years ago, if the writing became painful or dull, or I had more “chores” than chapters to write, I often found myself making excuses not to write. My best excuse? “I have to read XYZ, because reading helps make me a better writer.” Lately though, I’ve noticed that my reading has fallen off a little – just a little, mind you – while my writing has increased. The habit has taken, and I get antsy if life interferes too much with my writing time. I find myself heading out to pick up my daughter just a little later, the dog waiting for his walk just a few more minutes. Those errands? That housekeeping? They’ll wait another day.
The things we do for love… And what keeps me going is the idea that someday, one day, a child is going to read my book and fall in love with it. Just like I have with so many.
Wishing you a day filled with love – especially love of what you do! Open your heart – for others, but also for yourself.