Why...

Do people that really HATE writing do it anyway?

I'm not talking about people who are COMPELLED to write, who HAVE to write, for whom writing is like breathing, those who would die if they didn't write.

Why do some people just think that they're better than others and do it for attention because they think everyone will raise them to god status, all the while complaining about it and ranting about it and being in absolute misery?

Writing is hard. Of course it's hard...especially if you want to get it right.

Writing as about REWRITING. Nobody--NOBODY--gets it right the first time. But, that's okay, because we love it...right? And, we understand that we get as many chances as it takes to get it right.

But, we do it because we love it...possibly more than anything in the entire universe...other than our families, of course. And we couldn't live without it.

So, why are there occasionally people that think it all has to be right the first time? People who don't enjoy it...in fact, HATE it, if they have to rewrite? HATE even the writing of a first draft.

I guess I don't understand why attention would be worth making yourself completely miserable, you know?

(And, no, this has nothing to do with anyone published or aspiring to be published or on any workshops. It was just something I was discussing with someone tonight...and, no, not someone who hated writing.)

EDIT: I know that, occasionally, even people who love to write have off days and feel like writing is a lot of work and even temporarily hate the fact that they need to get it done. I also know this post probably sounds odd, but it was pretty much for the benefit of someone on my FL, who was wondering about this, too...and there was this person that just...could only talk about HATING writing. So...feel free to ignore this if it doesn't make sense. Okay?

The Verdict is In

The Magic Cauldron, my family fantasy fare, fell by the wayside. ::sniffle:: ::sniffle::

In it's place, we have Trouble in Eden, a comedy. Kind of. Mostly. Mostly a comedy. A comedy in which a bad man gets his just deserts. And, has a change of heart. And, they all live happily ever after. :)

For the record, I'd like to say that it's very, very difficult to fit five loglines and a synopsis, along with contact information on ONE PAGE.

It can be done. But, it took all evening to do.

Whew!

Now, I can print it in the morning (so kitties don't carry it off while I sleep) and mail tomorrow.

HOORAY!

Now, to decide what to query on the letters due later this week.

This is great. I didn't realize how much I missed it!

Sweaty Eyelids

Isn't that a nasty feeling?

It was 102 again here today.

But, a breeze started late this afternoon and at least it cooled off some.

It's still hot inside tonight.

I think it's supposed to cool off some later in the week.

But, maybe the heat explains why I'm in such a goofy mood tonight.