Writing–you can love it; you can hate it. When all is going swimmingly along, you’re on cloud nine. When the muse disappears, all is desolate. Probably a little dramatic, but those of you who have ever written a book—you get what I’m saying.
Even though I have written a book before, you forget—like childbirth—the pain and suffering you must sustain to produce the creation. Details nag at you, words escape you, life intervenes, and you lose your flow.
Is it worth it? You bet.