I Love to Write, But I Don’t
Many years of my life have been spent wanting to write. Few have been spent actually writing.
Many of us have heard the Elizabeth George quote, “lots of people want to have written; they don’t want to write. In other words, they want to see their name on the front cover of a book and their grinning picture on the back…” or some similar paraphrase. All of these allude to the fact that many people want the accolades from having published but not to participate in its painstaking pursuit.
Fitting writing in during the hours before or after their full-time jobs or stacks of rejections isn’t quite as romantic as the notion of that hardback jacket with the shiny new headshot.
I want to write, but I never do. Yes, you read that right, and yes, it makes absolutely no sense. Unlike those who want to have written without going through the process, I love the process. I crave the process. Writing is what I find cathartic and what sets my soul on fire. I want more than anything to take an idea that is kicking in my head and transform it into a semi-coherent sentence. And yet, I don’t.
I love the process. I crave the process.
For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to write. When my Dad was cleaning out their…
