Writing is exhausting.
Not because it takes a large amount of energy to move one’s fingers up and down, nor because words are some unattainable thing. Baring disability, people use their words so often that the darn things just scatter about like so many grains of dirt.
Writing is hard because you have to FIND those those words that someone is going to want to read. Not just read, but eventually pay to read, which is the dream of all who put their work out into the ether, hoping that something will be accepted as a project.
When you’re just starting out, it’s hard because you can’t (usually) afford to do it all the time. I work at a very busy medical clinic and my day to day is focused more on helping our patients than getting my word count for the day. A friend of mine works a library and she must fit her words in between work and her 2 hour plus commute to said employment. I have friends who are in retail that stand all day and the prospect of coming home at the end of the day to a keyboard to pour out bits of themselves onto a screen is daunting.
But. Here we are. We do it anyway. We are not the later-career Best Sellers. Instead, here we are at the ground floor, looking at that mountain, each stroke of the keyboard a step towards a finished product.
When I go to conferences, many writers who have managed that lovely switch from day-job and writing on the side to Full Time Author look back on the days that they were at the bottom of the mountain fondly. So I am going to follow their example and tell myself that one day I will look back to waking up an hour earlier than I need to with fondness. I will appreciate the extra hours that I put into these short stories and manuscripts.
Because when you’re finding time to write, you’re doing more than carving out time to create, you’re building a foundation to appreciate what you will hopefully earn.