Being a writer is difficult. It doesn’t look hard. You just type words. A monkey can do it, right? Ahem, well no, not really. The story matters, it is personal, and you are putting yourself at risk. Deep down writers dream of telling tales that connect human beings. Stories people love. Books which readers will read past their bedtime to finish and recommended it to both friends and strangers.
Authors shoulder a heavy burden, of high expectations with each blank page they face. Why do we wonder when we crumble from the pressure? Storytellers can’t help themselves. They see scenes playing in their mind, their characters are real, almost human. The story drives them to create, making their visions tangible allows them to present a gift with the world. They hope the audience will laugh and cry, that they will cheer the hero onward, curse the villain and demand more when the drama comes to its end. They believe they must share the creation they carry.
Do you believe?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer