It has been one of those months. I’ve been sat writing, working away at A Fall From Grace and I’ve hit the point where I am wondering what is the point?
What is the point of writing?
Why am I doing this?
Why do I keep doing this to myself?
If I am completely honest, I have no idea. I fell into writing. It’s a cliche I know, but it’s true. I fell into writing. It found me when I was in place where I needed something to help me escape. Whilst other people in my teens were experimenting with drug, alcohol and sex; I experimented with prose.
Sure writing has its ups and downs but that is what I enjoy. I love how writing will pull me from one extreme to the next. I believe because of the type of person I am, I will always have these doubts. Some days I want to self A Fall From Grace and work on something else. Though this is a solution I would never be able to follow through. Bridget, Joe and co will never leave my head if I don’t finish their story and they won’t let it go until I do.
Will it be worth it? I don’t know but until I finish it, I’ll never know.
I best better get back to writing.