… to love your work!
I’ve never been fond of Valentine’s Day to be honest. It’s sweet if you have someone to share it with, but other Valentines spent alone felt more like Single’s Awareness Day.
But, I believe that love should be shared all year long, every day for the rest of your life. I don’t think one day should be set aside for men to feel obligated to buy the women in their lives jewelry. Although, if they want to, there’s nothing wrong with that either. To say I have mixed feelings about the holiday is an understatement! But, there is one thing I know for certain, my love for writing will never waver.
Okay, that last statement might not be true on certain occasions.
A few weeks ago, my facebook update looked something like this: “Final edits = me never wanting to read my novel EVER AGAIN!”
Well, I’m sort of over that now. I, mean, it feels great to have my novel in the hands of my dear editor, Michelle Dear, so I’m pretty glad that it’s almost finished now.
But I got to thinking. Writing reminds me a lot of this:
You try not to kill you ms, especially when it talks back to you and is stubborn. So you try to put it up for adoption (aka editor) but they only send it back to you with suggestions on how to raise it. It works, so now you have to send it to college (publishing) after paying for it (cover, promotions, advertisements, etc), and hope it brings money back to you instead of you spending all you have on it. But in the end, you love it just as much as you love your other work despite the days you feel like you never want to see it again. (From what I understand, raising teenagers might be something similar to this. lol)
As some of my regular followers might know, I sometimes write for one of my writer friend’s, Eri Nelson, online magazine, Supporting Authors One Read at a Time Magazine. This month’s issue was about love, so I wrote something for it. I decided instead of hating on my writing, I was going to write what I loved about it. So, below is what I wrote.
I know despite my headaches, temper tantrums, and incessant rambling about what isn’t going right with my novels, I still love it. I love the writing, making it something wonderful, and then having a final version of something I created. I’m a very proud parent of my work. (Most of the time at least.)
What do you love about writing?