About ten days ago, I posted an explanation as to why I feel writing is a sweaty process, metaphorically. A writer needs to swing a hammer. It’s work, hard work, but a hammer also grants the one who wields it power; therefore, writing grants the writer poewer. Obviously, that power is the power to create – not just words, but entire worlds, worlds that look to the writer for beginnings and ends, worlds that look to me. Arrognat? Maybe a bit, but one feels a bit arrogant while swinging a hammer.
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Very good! And have you noticed that sometimes when you begin, you think you have one ending in mind, but then the work itself leads you to a whole different place?
All the time, Sandra.
Writing is, absolutely,a journey – an exploration not just of topic and of imagination but also of words. Hard work, it is indeed akin to swinging a sledgehammer at times, but definitely also rewarding work.
Well said, Matthew.