The hardest thing about writing, is the act of doing it. Having a great idea is fantastic, but you’ve got to get it down on paper, or type it out on-screen. I know this just as well as many.
For the past seven years or so, I’ve been kicking around the idea for a comic book. I’ve been an avid comic book reader/fan/geek my entire life. So, writing my own only seemed natural. I had sketched out random ideas for this comic, had multiple brainstorming sessions with the artist, and started a first draft in March 2015. Then, again on January 31, 2016.
Yesterday, I finished it. It felt amazing. It was like an achievement was unlocked and I’d acquired enough XP to Level Up. I had finished the beginning of this story, and I had given life to this world that was gestating inside my head. It felt so great.
But, now? Now it’s time to edit, and re-write, re-write, re-write.
The hardest thing about writing, is the act of doing it. I love the act, every beautiful, tortured moment.