Even when I am writing consistently, it can be overwhelming. So many elements to string together. Characters to figure out. Surprises to discover. Mistakes to make. Right now I'm heading into the dreaded middle, and I'm sitting here thinking, "How did I do this twelve times? Seriously. How did I even write one book?"
Well, maybe because half of those were pretty bad, but even so, you'd think after so many books it would be easy. At least easier. But no, it's still as hard as ever.
And yet, in a way I think that's why I keep coming back to writing. It's certainly never boring. It's always a challenge. I'm always learning and pushing and experiencing something new. How blah would it be if I could pick it up and put it down like a bike and it never changed?
I can tell you one thing—I don't much care for bike riding.