If you’re new around here, you may or may not know that I’m in the middle of something rather exciting. Well, exciting to me. And no, I don’t mean I’m halfway through a bottle of $3 Chuck. I mean, I totally am, but that is neither here nor there in relation to this post. What I mean to say is that if you’re new around here you may not know I’m working on a little something I like to call The Project.
Now that it’s all out in the open, I have something to say: Words. Are. Hard.
“Words are hard” is one of my favorite phrases. I say it probably four times per day in my 9-5 as a copywriter, then exponentially more when I’m writing blog things and The Project things. I’ve loved to write my whole entire life, but that doesn’t mean it always flows like magical, lyrical prose, or that it is never ever a struggle or that it is absolutely always perfect the very first time.
I snorted my $3 Chuck just typing that.
In fact, it’s usually quite the opposite. Writing is hard. Words are hard. It’s a labor of love that can often lead to day-drinking, pulling out of one’s hair and some serious self doubt. That idea you totally loved a while back? Today it’s just meh. Those characters who spoke to you so clearly and effortlessly a week ago? They’re awfully quiet right now. That go-go-go-write-all-the-words motivation you felt so strongly? Word counts are stupid, I’m watching Frozen instead.
In my naïveté, I assumed writing a book would be like writing this blog. I would say whatever I wanted without much extra thought or planning and it would magically coalesce into something hopefully somewhat entertaining. Hah. HAH. HAHAHAHAHA.
See related: I’m a huge idiot.
Now don’t get me wrong: I am still making progress and I still love working on The Project – actually, let’s call the kettle black – my manuscript. It’s fun and stimulating and mentally challenging and emotionally draining and the hardest, most exciting thing I’ve ever done. I just am learning that it takes a little bit more work than I expected. And I’m not one to give up when the going gets tough, not even a little bit.
But goodness gracious, don’t even talk to me about editing yet. I’ll just be over here hiding behind my wine glass all, “How do I words?”
So yes, in effect, I just wrote an entire post that basically said nothing. But maybe there are other writers out there who feel a little frustrated, a little tired; maybe it said something to one of them. We are all special flowers and we can do it.
Good talk, y’all.
—The Wife in Training