For those who don’t know, I play soccer. Mind you, it’s over 35 soccer, but it’s still pretty competitive. I’ve played with the same team for the last three years and we’ve grown pretty close. About a month ago we were getting ready for a game; putting on our ankle braces and applying tiger balm and all kinds of ointments to our aches and pains. Soon the conversation turned to which chiropractors were the best, and who was a good massage therapist. In the middle of the conversation someone asked, “Why do we do this again?”
We had a particularly rough game where I incurred a few bruises and limped off the field, but in the end it was worth it (helped that we won and I scored). Later we decided that we love to play soccer for several reasons: for the exercise, the excitement, and most of all the friendship.
Looking at my bruises (yes, I know, I'm in serious need of a pedicure), and limping up the stairs on a regular basis made me think about writing and what makes it so worth it. For those who are published or have an agent there’s a tangible reason. For those of us who have yet to reach those milestones, what makes writing worth it? What makes those late nights, never-ending edits, and constantly wondering if anyone will like what we’ve written worth the worry?
For me it’s the feeling of accomplishment. I’ve written a novel. It might never get published and no one, besides family will ever read it, but I did it. Now as I start working on my second one the excitement of seeing if I can do it again is what keeps me going through the late nights, the sore wrists (from typing), and constantly carrying a notebook around.
What makes it worth it to you?