I found that writing a book was a challenge. One that I never imagined, in a million years, would be so hard.
So many hours in front of a screen -because fussy me cannot use a notebook, I just can’t understand my own writing- not socialising and sometimes staring at a blank page, not being able to move forward.
It’s hard, very hard.
But it gives you such a rush, that leaves you wanting more. Mostly once you start receiving positive reviews, feedback…
What happens when that rush is finished? When the book is out for sale and everyone starts to loose interest?
Well, here’s my answer. You do it again, and again.
It’s an incredible, addictive emotion that makes you want more.
That pulls you from the sleepy stupor and makes sit and type your little heart out.