Wouldn’t it be great if every single time you sat down to write, you produced something just flat-out jaw-droppingly incredible?
It would also be great if you could eat an entire pie by yourself and not get sick, but that ain’t gonna happen either.
You work hard and do the best you can, and that’s all you should ask and expect of yourself.
You know what you’re capable of. You set goals, and make the effort to accomplish them. You push yourself to keep getting better.
You might hit the target on the first try, or it might stretch into double-digit territory. Every victory moves you forward.
What separates you from someone who “has been thinking about writing a screenplay?” You are ACTUALLY DOING IT, and even though you know firsthand what a frustratingly aggravating and slow-as-molasses-in-January process it is, you soldier on.
Just finished a draft? You both dread and look forward to the inevitable rewrite.
You do not suffer writer’s block gladly. In fact, you challenge it. With a vengeance.
Faced with a seemingly insurmountable obstacle, you think your way through/around it to a solution. You practically thrive on your ability to keep going, despite how high the odds are stacked against you or when it feels hopeless.
You want this so bad it actually does hurt.
That spark of creativity burns blindingly bright inside you, and you fan the flames as often as possible.
You write because you can’t imagine doing anything else. Coming up with ideas, stories, scenarios and characters brings you a special satisfaction that only a select few can relate to.
A lot of us go into this with dreams of making a career of this. Some will succeed, many won’t, but we don’t let that deter us.
We all have a rocky road ahead, so make sure you keep doing whatever you have to in order to stay on it. The final destination is well worth it.
Happy travels, chums.
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Sweet flight through that writers universe feeling got me. Thank you for the plesure. For my self I like to sprinkle on a bit of joy like the way Martha Beck shows in The Joy Diet.
Thank you for the trip. You reminded me of some places I’d forgotten like the moment of returning to do the second draft not being death.