Writing is hard. It takes so much out of me. Sometimes, I don’t have the strength to do it at the end of a ten hour workday and then an evening filled with parenting toddler twins. Sometimes, putting finger to keyboard is just too much effort.
I hate when I don’t write because I know how much my writing means to myself and my family. It is the way I hope to eventually make a living so I can stay home with my children. It is a personal source of pride at my creations. It is also my primary source of sanity.