A friend of mine told me the other day that they really wanted to write a novel but just couldn’t find the time. They told me all the things they have to do and counted them off, one by one, on each finger and thumb (multiple times), just to prove they were so busy.
Here’s what I told them. If you really want to write that story, you will find time. A writer is a writer because they’re willing to sacrifice other things in order to get their story written. To prove it, I explain that I work close to 50 hours a week and go to college part time (not to mention all the quality time I try to spend with my wife – that’s right ladies, this sweet piece is happily married).
The more I think about it, the more I believe that writing is all about sacrifice. We bleed all of ourselves just to get a story out. All the joy, love, hate, and fear that we ever have, it’s put into our writing, hoping that the person reading our words will be touched by them.
How do you guys feel?