Writing a book is hard.
It's physically, mentally, and emotionally draining.
You pour your heart into it, you exhaust your mind, you stay up late until the words blur together then you wake up early the next morning just to get that extra hour of writing in.
It's time consuming.
So then, why do we do it?
For the fame? (Yeah, right)
For the money? (You've got to be kidding)
We do it because-- get this-- we love it.
I'm still trudging through revisions. It's a pain. It's aggravating. But despite all that... I truly love what I'm doing. I love writing. I love the hard parts. I love pushing myself. I even love those fleeting moments when I feel like I might want to give up, because I know I could never give up, even at the lowest low. And realizing that just inspires me more.
We do all this because we seriously love writing.
There would be no point to put ourselves through it if we didn't.