Last night I questioned the effort I am putting into my writing. It wasn’t the first time, and certainly won’t be the last. But, let’s call it what it is, discouragement. We all feel that way. Some more than others. Some more often than others.
Maybe last night’s visit from old discouragement was because I am dealing with another arthritis flare-up. Maybe it was because sleep issues drain my energy. Regardless of the reason, the results are always the same. I question why I continue to write.
On good days, days with less pain or feelings of discouragement, I move forward. I write. On bad days I look at the stats for my blog, or the stats on my ebook sales and see failure. I try, unsuccessfully to forget all of the other creative endeavors I tried over the years that ended the same way… lots of effort with no reward.
Yet, here I am writing again. Even though the issues forced me out of bed at 4 am and the stats are still the same, I am writing. For how long? I can’t really say.