Do you ever grumble about writing?
You know, your laptop is getting older. It's too heavy. It's too slow. You have to share the desktop with the hubby or the kids. Maybe you prefer to use longhand and your pencil sharpener broke -- and your pen leaked all over your notepad.
Or maybe you're stuck. You realize that your current scene is missing something, it's falling flat. You haven't reached your self-imposed word count today. Maybe you haven't written anything in days. Or weeks. Months?
Maybe you have a full-time job. I did for the first three years I was writing. I spent my days with high school students and my nights with Norwegian men from centuries past. It wasn't easy, but I kept at it. I even took a couple sick days off from my job to write. Don't tell my principal.
In the midst of all this, have you thought about how lucky you are?
First, and most obviously, you live and write in the United States of America. That means you are free to write anything you want. Any genre. Any content. Any time.
Second, you have an entire world of information at your fingertips. Try to think of one piece of information, crucial to your story, that you can't find online. Back in the "old days" (ca. 1995 or earlier) research meant trips to the library and hoping, praying, that they had the book you needed.
Third, your publishing options have exploded. Traditional print? Traditional eBooks? Indy-published print? Indy e-published? You have control. You can walk simultaneous and parallel paths.
I think there are times when we, as writers, become so focused on our task that we forget how blessed we are to be doing what we do. We create worlds. We populate them with dashing men, beautiful women, and nasty villains of both genders. We laugh with them, we cry with them. We love with them.
And when all seems lost, the moment is as black as we can make it, and there is no way out of this if something doesn't change -- it does. We get to give these characters, dear friends whom we love, their happily ever after. Boo-yah!
All is right in their world, and we are lifted up by the experience. Our view of the world we actually do live in softens. If unicorns existed, one would be grazing peacefully in our back yard at that moment. Under a rainbow.
What's better than that?