Self-reminder.
Process, process, process!
A friend of mine is a huge Billy Joel fan. He recently told me that the prolific songwriter had once been quoted as saying (something like): I do not enjoy writing songs. I enjoy having written them.
When my friend finished telling me this, I found myself secretly understanding what Mr. Joel meant. As writers, I’m sure there are many of us who sometimes feel this way. Not all of the time, but often. It is a frame of mind that I do not like to feed, because it is a frame of mind that seems to completely miss the point of “being a writer”. Writing is hard, yes, and I don’t believe that one needs to always enjoy it, but one should love it; and by “it”, of course, I mean the process.
I find myself in constant need of reminders that writing itself is the goal. My daily bread. Finishing the novel is only a byproduct of that discipline, and publication only a byproduct of that. Being satisfied with little bites can sometimes be difficult when I feel as if I just want to be done. But if one writes, then what else is there?
It certainly feels good to “have written”…especially when others enjoy the finished product…but in the end, it always seems to come back to this daily meditation before the word processor. The flow, the struggle, the surrender, the coffee, the small victories, and the subtle defeats. The work.