So life has been a torrent of things lately. Bought a house, started a new project at work, been planning vacations and summer and so on and so forth. I’ve been busy, and I have two books out to beta readers. So, aside from writing the occasional flash fiction bit and critiquing other works, I’ve fallen down a bit on the job of writing.
I know, I know, shame on me.
But it’s worse than that. As I went on critiquing, I lost some fire. The stuff I was reading was good, that wasn’t the problem. It was just slow going. And then that voice came back, as I looked at all the work I was doing.
“Do you even really like to write, or are you just doing this out of compulsion?”
That’s a scary voice to have in your head after countless hours of work, let me tell ya. And I listened to it. I got complacent. Upon receiving feedback from readers, I looked at my manuscript, and said, “Eh, later.” That surprised me.
It was getting pretty bad.
But then, I got super bored, and decided to go ahead and throw some edits into my novel. I took the feedback, and began straightening out my story. Two hours in, I noticed that I was smiling.
I love creating stories. I love making sure that my children, the characters, are taken care of. That they grow and flourish, and that their grand adventure is worth telling. I love it. And I’m not going to stop.
See you around,
Kyle Adams.
Kyle Adams 
Great post, Kyle. Glad to hear that your love has been reaffirmed. There are days when I feel my self-doubt niggling, but it doesn’t stop the fact that writing is my passion. Keep at it 🙂
Thanks for the encouragement. 🙂