The hardest part

                The hardest part of being a writer is when the words don’t come. When the hands can’t hold the pencil, and the fingers can’t type. When the mind is too full to focus on words, and you just want to shut down. When you just want to sleep. The hardest part of being a writer is the writing. The writing kills you. It bleeds your soul out onto the page for the entire universe to see, and then it leaves you. Empty.

                The hardest part of being a writer is when you don’t want to be a writer. When you just want to run away from your thoughts and cares and worries. When the whole entire world is arrayed against you, telling you it can’t be done. The hardest part of being a writer is being a writer. Being a writer leaves you lonely, with naught but your thoughts for company. Thoughts that can kill you. Thoughts that can rebirth you.

                The hardest part of being a writer is accepting a blank page as it is. Some days a blank page is what you need. Sometimes a blank page is not defeat. Sometimes it’s a respite. The hardest part of being a writer is seeing the point of it all. When the weight of the world is crushing you down, and you just need a break from it all.

                The hardest part of being a writer is carrying on. And yet, carrying on is all we can do. Sometimes, the hardest part of being a writer is simply being.