I love being a writer. Ever since I was a kid, I dreamed about crafting my stories.
And now I’m living that dream.
It feels good.
But it’s not a bed of roses.
A lot of the time, I’m asked how I spend my day after writing. I think many believe writers only work a few hours a day, if that, and then play. I wish!
While not all my time is solely dedicated to hammering away on the laptop, the majority is. And I don’t always wake up in the mood. Even a dream job is still a job. I’m human. There are days I want to stay in bed, snuggle under the covers, and read or get lost in a movie. Or sleep.
But I force myself out of bed each day. To me, half the battle is to sit my butt down at my laptop. Once I accomplish that, I stay put until I can’t write anymore for the day. There are days I need to resort to what I call my inspiration porn.
You see, I love to travel. In order for me to travel, I need to make money. So, if my will is lagging, I crack into my photos and remember seeing a lion in Botswana for the first time. Actually, I heard the lion’s roar before laying eyes on him. What a sound. And what a sight.
The following morning.
Other memories include sitting on a beach in Jamaica.
Hiking a mountain in Malaysia.
Climbing to the top of Notre Dame to see the gargoyles and Paris views.
Attending a World Cup soccer match in Johannesburg, South Africa.
I was too busy watching to snap more photos.
After a few minutes of reinforcing the knowledge that my job as a writer is propelling another dream—traveling the world—I get to work.
It’s time to write.
What inspires you?