That's on most days.
But then - quite unexepectedly - comes that morning when you wake up, your blood pumping just a bit quicker, your heart fluttering with excitement, nerves calm, fingers itching for the keyboard, your soul full to overflowing.
A renewed one-on-one connection with God. The assurance that you're on the exact path He has laid for you. The certainty that the stories on your heart - the ones that won't leave you alone at night, even hours after you've logged off the computer - are the ones you're meant to write.
You, and you alone.
Those mornings, those days - as rare as they sometimes seem - are worth everything.
Worth every hour I spend staring at the blank page, certain I'll never come up with another intelligent, inspired sentence again. Let alone a whole book of them.
Worth every hour I shut myself into my office space, refusing to free myself from my self-imposed prison until I achieve my daily word count.
Worth every rejection I receive from well-meaning publishers, who love my writing (okay) but "don't see your stories fitting the direction we plan to go at this point."
It's all worth it. And the reason for it seems so simple on those rare mornings.
I've found favor with my Maker. I'm doing the very thing He's asked of me. I'm writing, and I'm writing the stories, the characters, the events He lays on my heart, imbeds in my conscience, and pierces through my soul.
I'm content in obedience.
Thank you, Lord, for this call to write. Thank you for the privilege of having days free to pursue this calling. Thank you for trusting me - ME - to tell stories that, in faith, will one day minister to specific needs in the lives of people I've never met.
I love being a writer.