I have a few vices in my life, which include Diet Coke, late-night crime shows, and my writing—and not necessarily in that order.
I’ve quit doing all of the above, but writing probably the most. Being a writer is frustrating at times, and I have asked, like I’m sure many of you have, why oh why do I keep doing it?

True writers have to write. We are compelled to do so. There are many so-called writers who have quit for good, and that’s fine—for them. I can’t seem to kick the habit, myself—and I’m glad for that. This endeavor of mine might be frustrating, but the rewards outweigh the costs.
I am a writer. If you are too, I both congratulate you and console you.
3 comments:
I love that last line. Congratulate and console. =] Right back atcha, Darvell. You keep at it!
I wrote on my own blog today that "When I stop writing, in some strange way, I stop being me. Sense of self is worth a little pain and struggle, I think."
For some it's a hobby, for some it's existence. Congratulations and condolences indeed.
Well said, Kimberly. I agree, I'm not me if I'm not writing.
Good luck, Lexi!
Darvell
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