The Fight

There are days where the fight doesn’t seem worth it. Days I can only think about the vast amount of work that remains, the uphill struggle of selling it, of convincing someone else to believe in it enough to sell it for me.

I’m calling it “the Fight” because I think there are some valid figurative similarities between writing and boxing. Other writers have covered this better, but the basic point is this – whether you’re writing a novel or fighting, you’re in there by yourself.

Sure, other people will help get you there. Alpha readers, editors, friends, spouses who put up with you, or, managers, trainers, sparring partners. But in the end, you are alone, consciously stepping into something that’s designed to drain you and punish you.

Tonight I went to bed early (11:30 is early for a teacher during the summer, or early for THIS teacher during the summer) thinking I’d just skip a day. Take it easy. After all, I’ve written 430k words across three books (well, technically two and a third books) in just under two years. I deserve a day off.

I spent forty minutes lying in bed thinking about the book.

I eventually began to feel ill.

Now I’m back at the desk.

Deserve’s got nothin’ to do with it.*

 

*Name the quote. 

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One Response to “The Fight”

  1. Yeager Says:

    Unforgiven.

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