A friend once told me, if you love what you do, you will never work a day in your life. This is a literal truth. I am lucky enough to write. Like any other profession, there are the frustrations, the days you just want to take a sledgehammer to your computer, the prose doesn't come out just right. But then, there are days when the words fly onto the page, the image is conjured just right, and you soar with your manuscript and know that you have created something truly beautiful, or profound, or thought-provoking. THAT is why I do this. That is why I suffer through the writer's block, the hours of research, the days when I don't even want to look at my computer, let alone touch it. I write because when I do, something inside me swells, and I am real. On the page, I exist.
To a non-writer, or a casual reader, these words do not make any sense. But for those of us who have been called to this profession, we know all too well what these words mean.
Stay warm out there, my dear readers. Curl up with some hot chocolate and a good book. Enjoy life for what it is, and may you truly be happy every day of your life.