Writing a book is never easy. It’s probably the hardest thing you will ever do in your life. You will lose much and you will suffer greatly.
There would be days you’d want to just throw your laptop away and scream, “To hell with it!”. There would be days you’d want to eat your own arm out of frustration. There would be days your friends and family would tell you that they’ve forgotten how you look because they haven’t seen you in a long time, because you spend every waking moment writing your book. And even when you are asleep, you dream of it.
In the dark of the night, you would hear faint, fearful whispers: “What if I’m not good enough?” or “What if no one would buy my book?”, or “What if I’m writing the wrong metaphors?” And then, because you are afraid of not being enough, you would turn on the lights and then you would turn back to writing your book. In fear, instead of love.
There a thousand different sorrows you will experience when you decide to write your book, yes, but there is that ONE powerful reason why you will continue, anyway.