Ten years ago, I hated writing. Then I discovered how much fun it was to write fiction and I was hooked. Of course, writing was much more fun back when I had no clue what I was doing. Today, I’m wiser about writing, and sometimes (usually while I’m beating my head against the keyboard) I ask myself: If I had known what I was getting into back then, would I have chosen the Red Pill or the Blue Pill?
I tell myself I would have taken the Red Pill and dove head first into writing with the same passion I have now. But after days like yesterday, after brutally beating a chapter into submission and hating every minute of it, I think about the Blue Pill. There’s still so much more for me to learn, so much more for me to do before I’ll be ready to publish my first book that it wears me down. And then I get to start the whole process over again with another book.
Knowing what you know now, would you still have chosen the Red Pill? How often do you fantasize about the Blue Pill?
P.S. If it sounds as though I'm suffering from writing fatigue today, you're correct. I'll feel better tomorrow. I always do.