The longest journey begins with the first step.
The first thought,
The first word,
The first line, paragraph, page, chapter.
Everything must have a beginning.
As does writing.
You can't write that book
until the first is written, whether it be thought, word, or line.
The inspiring thought that gripped you
into knowing you had a winner
if only you could get it down right.
If the words just came,
and the plateau and writing block hid from you.
If the kids stayed happy,
the phone stayed quiet,
the schedule stayed blank.
Yet it didn't happen that way.
A word here.
A line there.
Erasing. Backspacing. Editing.
Persevering and taking one struggling step at time
seemed to be your lot in the author life.
But it was all good,
when the first word of praise touched your ears
like warm sweet oil to an earache
like the cold, cold taste of homemade ice cream after a hot day's work,
like the hug from a dear friend who sensed your anxiety.
And you realized you'd written a book.
A whole book.
That, my friend, is passionate writing.