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I stopped by the Chisled in Rock blog to read what guest blogger Frank Dorchak had to say about writing in his post titled Why Bother?

A wonderfully written piece, made all the better as I read and nodded in agreement. Then I stopped. Wait a minute. I re-read, and still agreed, but there was something nagging me. Finishing the piece I discovered what gave me pause: The sacrifices we make to be a writer.

But are they really sacrifices? In a world full of ego, self-inflation and indulgence, we love to hear of the sacrifices being made. If a person “gives up” something, then they must deserve something else, right? (As in getting published, maybe?)

I have a different take on that. I believe, as a writer, I make the choice to write. Yes, that certainly involves not doing something else. But if I sacrifice my participation and enjoyment of one activity to take time to write, a couple of things happen:

(1) I’ve placed more importance on the activity sacrificed than I have on the act of writing, which…

(2) Means I’m more susceptible to distraction because I’ve got this other “thing” out there that I’m not doing so I can write.

As such, the writing can become a burden, something I must do because I’ve foresaken all else. Personally, I don’t need the added pressure. It’s hard enough as it is.

Mr Dorchak was spot on when he wrote:
Why bother?
Because it’s part of you.
Because you can.
Because you’re a writer.

 Enjoy the journey.
 

So I make the choice to write and enjoy the journey, which means I’ve made the choice not to do something else. But it’s my choice, made of semi-sound mind, to do that which makes me most happy for those  precious moments.

Isn’t that what this is all about?

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