I’ve been thinking a lot lately (okay, over the past couple of years) about how insane writing is.
I do pretty much the same thing every day, hoping it will take me somewhere new. I hope that even as I repeat the same actions, I’ll get a different result.
I read books on craft, I read books for fun, I think about how movies and television shows fit together, I help writerly friends refine their work, I send work for (possible) publication, and I write like a motherfucker.
I may as well jump a thousand times, thinking that someday I won’t simply land back on the floor, but that I’ll fly.
But that’s what writing is. It’s a daily grind, and it’s a lot of fun, and it’s crazy.
Here’s to the crazy.