I love painting… most of the time. Sometimes its a chore, but I think that’s true of anything in life. Nobody aside from the insultingly-rich can have fun all the time, every day. Even the stuff we love doing can be a chore sometimes.
Like writing for me, most of the time. I love it, it’s a joy, and sometimes its legitimately a struggle to get a few hundred words down to progress the story. That’s where I’ve been for a few days, actually, but I’m still getting the words down. That’s kinda the point… I don’t write because it’s easy, I write because it’s difficult. “A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than for other people,” I think Mann said. Anyway, it’s true! Writing is hard work, as much as I love it.
And one of the ways I try to relax from my writing is by painting, but there are times that that, too, is a chore. Something I “have to do” rather than something I’m excited about doing. But that’s okay! Because those periods of time pass, and then things are enjoyable again.
Okay, going to get back to the novel… argh, so close to finishing, I just want it done…
Hope everyone out there is staying safe and healthy!