Somehow I just knew I was going to end up forgetting about this. Ahd sure enough I did. There are days when I just don’t have much to say. Which translates into being unable to write anything. I have ideas rattling around in my head but can’t seem to commit or pin any of them down.
There are days when I get discouraged. I sit at my computer, staring at a blank page or at a chapter that I now I need to rewrite and thing ‘what’s the point?’. I love to write; it’s what I’m going to college for. But there are simply some days when I truly question what I’m doing. I know self-doubt is normal; it’s something all writers go through I think. Yet I simply cannot shake the idea that this perhaps is not the calling for me.
Tomorrow is another day. Another day in which to rediscover my love and passion for writing. Writing has been my biggest outlet for helping me deal with many things in my life. Writing has helped me to discover other wonderful writers who I would like to consider friends. So in the end all of the pain and frustration is worth it. So long as even one person is entertained by my works I can consider it a win.