Believe me, it couldn’t be further from the truth.
Writing is hard work. And when I say hard work, I mean physically hard work. Ok, so maybe you’re not likely to suffer a broken limb or a bad back (unless your writing chair isn’t suitably ergonomic), but it’s still hard work. How do I know this? Because when I have finished writing for the day, there is one part of my body that always hurts. My brain.
Writing really does make my brain hurt. It makes me feel like my brain has been squeezed and stretched and poked and prodded in every possible way imaginable. And why wouldn’t it, because while I am writing, that is pretty much exactly what is happening to my brain.
Sometimes, at the start of the day, I sit at my computer, waiting. I feel a bit like a swimmer at a pool, preparing to take that first dive in. I know that once I start, I’m going to be putting my brain under serious stress. I feel like I need to draw a deep breath before taking the plunge.
As soon as I’m in there, I can feel the stress building up. Sometimes, it feels as if I’m wrestling with the words, trying to force them into place. Other times, it’s as if I’m trying to rip something out of the very air in front of me, or dig it out from the depths of my mind.
Either way, it’s not easy. The more I do it, the more I feel like my brain is being tied in knots. The more it starts to throb, making me feel like my eyes will pop out and my head will explode.
By the time I’m finished, I know I’ve put myself through a workout. I know I’m exhausted, and my head will need a good, long rest.
I hope I’ve convinced all you people out there who think that writing is like a walk in the park. Writing is difficult, stressful, brain-exhausting work.
So if it’s such a slog, why do I do it? Because, despite all the mental strain, it’s still lots and lots of fun.
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