A FB status that prompted a lively little comment uproar amongst mostly coursemates: (Oh look, this is the second blog entry in a row mentioning my blockmate and cool cat el friendo, Juno.)
“Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead.” – Gene Fowler
“Easy reading is damned hard writing.” – Nathaniel Hawthorne
“It is as easy to dream a book as it is hard to write one.” – Honore de Balzac
(quotes from thinkexist.com)
Being a writer is much like giving birth.
A seed is planted. You’re excited to be growing this entity inside you and you’re full of confidence that it will be the best ever. You share the news, you make preparations, you nourish the seed carefully, anxiously awaiting its maturity. Finally, the time has come to introduce your creation to the world. It’s scary. And messy. Everyone is telling you the best way to birth your creation. It’s hard pushing your love out into the big scary world. There’s even some screaming and some bloodshed.
(from Jennifer Fields: Being a Writer is Easy, for elephantjournal.com)
Scripturiency, masochism, and implied violence aside, I personally think that writing is hard because the skill itself can be as fleeting as a mood. Authors have to constantly cover up their periodical lack of ideas with feigned confidence and borrowed words.
I guess the trick is to seize that mood and hold it down for as long as humanly possible, and pray that there won’t be as much bloodshed as last time.
(Easier said than done… Easier said than done.)