Why Writing Is Worth It

Why Writing Is Woth It

By Ava Grace

I know. It’s hard. Writing. It seems so impossible. But let me tell you: It is not.

Writing can be so rewarding if we commit. The key word there is commit. We can’t call ourselves writers if we don’t have a goal. What that goal is varies from person to person, writer to writer. But it is an admirable goal, nonetheless.

We will cry. We will pound the keyboard with our fist. We will throw that pen and crumple that paper. But, telling the story we were chosen to tell is hard. It is grueling work. It is frustrating when the words Just. Aren’t. There.

We just want to sit there and stare at the blank page. It is foreboding; screaming ‘You can’t do this. You are not cut out for this. You are not a good enough writer. Someone could do this better.’ And we want to believe it! We want to say ‘Yeah, okay. Some other day maybe. Or never. I don’t know.’

But we have to write.

We all have a story to tell. And if we believe we can do it, we will! But not without the heartache and pain of writing. We could craft that perfect manuscript, editing till it is polished so smooth you could never stumble. But it could get rejected.

And rejection stings.

It hurts. It stabs. All those voices come flooding back, screaming those lies all over again.

But we must push through the storm. We must fight for the end, when we will see our name there on the cover, and our stories being displayed on the shelves.

And it is the most satisfying thing In. The. Whole. World. Now we know that WE CAN DO THIS. We have confidence to pen another word and write another page.

The storms will come and go. Peace will ever flow. But we must persevere. We must say ‘I can do this’ and not be drowned out by the voices that want to take hold. They want to flood our hearts with doubt.

But. You. Can. Do. It.

We. Can. Do. It.

Together. Write that word. Finish that page. Share your story. Because it is so worth it. In the end.

So come with me; take my hand and we will fly across the titles and books and names. Yours will be there, buried underneath. Let’s go dig it out, shall we?