Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead.
That quote makes me laugh. And feel better about myself. This lifestyle of writing is certainly strenuous, but then, the fulfillment of an idea in the compact form of a story is about the most satisfying thing I can think of. So here I am. This is me, at my desk, writing away. I think it was Anne Morrow Lindbergh who said that a good writer ought to have a desk with sun streaming in over the right shoulder. Well, I have just that. Plus a good notebook, a slender pen, and a sturdy little computer to prod loose and catch the clusters of my ripe words. I feel like a fruit laden apple tree in brain of late; all these ideas have been swelling in my head regardless of the rush and fun and now, it’s time for the harvest. My mental muscles already feel a bit sore from the past few days, but they’ll strengthen, they’ll learn to pull a steady weight. And in the end, I will hopefully present to the world a well reaped orchard in the form of three (yes three!) well-piled books.
Wish me luck!