“... once I'm in the midst of actually writing, it's its own greatest reward.” – Natalie Goldberg in Writing Down the Bones.Like many writers, I have days when I don't feel like writing, or worse, CAN'T write. It's like there's a switch in my butt that turns my brain off when I sit in the chair. I look around my office, out the window, into my mind, and find nothing interesting to write about. I pull out my notebook, check my list of story ideas, and they remain nothing more than words on paper. I start typing anything that comes to mind and end the prose with THIS SUCKS, or something equally demeaning.
And then it happens. An idea comes to me – perhaps started by a prompt. A character emerges to tell the story, and words spew from my brain like hot lava from Mt. St. Helens, overwhelming my fingers. Even the revision process is something I look forward to. Often I have to force myself to stop working on the story so that compost known as my brain can let the tale foment and mature. It's times like these when I know why I AM A WRITER.