It’s safe to say the one thing I don’t like about writing are those times when I have absolutely nothing to write about. It’s beyond frustrating. I just sit at my desk with my laptop screen glaring back at me with the cursor doing that stupid repetitive appearance and disappearance act. I drum my fingers on the edge of the keyboard and hope something brilliant will write itself; it never does. My laptop and I just sit there, locked in an intense staring contest; each of us testing the limits of our power levels until I decide writing isn’t going to happen. I close the laptop - adding another tally to its “wins” column.
But then there are the times when my fingers glide over the keys and the cursor isn’t able to catch its breath from all of the characters, spaces, and lines it’s run through. I love those moments; they’re the most rewarding times where I can look at my writing and smile at the characters as they live, laugh, and love in the worlds I’ve created for them. These moments make writers block worthwhile; they’re the ones that make me cherish what I do.