Writing is difficult. Sometimes it’s torture. Other times it’s blissfully easy. Most of the time, for me, it’s hard work. Over the past four days, it’s been all of those things.
As I iron out the final chapters of The Coven, I’m forcing myself to write one sentence at a time, one after the other, no matter how much it hurts. For months, it was torture knowing the book was so close to completion, but not knowing how to finish. Then Saturday, I had an aha moment where the end of the book seemed so clear, so obvious. Blissfully, I sat down and pounded on the keyboard as the words poured out of me. Easy, right?
Not so much. It’s down to the final showdown, the big action scene at the end of the book. I hate writing action scenes. Some people might feel differently, but I’m not a fan. I’d rather write dialogue for days. Action scenes? No thank you.
So, at this point, with the end in sight and a clear direction (and my most UN-favorite type of scene to write), it’s down to hard work. Putting one word after the other until the words form sentences, the sentences become paragraphs, and the paragraphs become chapters that eventually lead to my two very favorite words: The End.
And now it’s time to get back to work.
How do you feel about writing? Is it difficult? Easy? Relaxing? Stressful? Or a combination of all of those things?