Writing Is Hard

Writing is not always easy for me. It comes with immense emotional exhaustion. If it is fiction, I feel the weight of my character’s sorrows. If it is nonfiction it is only harder. I wonder how many others out there have passions and sentiments they want to share, but the thought of doing so exhausts them.

Maybe life is not about how elegantly you hold that pot filled to the brim with scalding water. Maybe it is about taking the risk and spilling some of it on scorched earth. The question is how many burns can your already raw hands take before you see green where, before, there was none.

The problem may be the underlying emotion. Is it despair? Is it anger? Is it joy? Are all of them equally exhausting? Maybe it is not the emotion, but the lack of an actionable item that causes the exhaustion. Whatever, the cause may be, how does one recover from it? How does one minimize it? Writing fatigue is only worse once the humdrum of daily life kicks in.

I don’t have all the answers but I hope I discover them as time goes by.