The birth of a writer

Frustration: my constant companion so far this year it seemed. Having an idea, just seeing the final product of it, the result of all the work. That's the picture I have in my head, not the work, not the details, just the end. This is called a dream. The feeling of success that comes from achieving that vision. Today's circumstances! Oh, that's where the "devil in the details" comes from, the baby step that I need to take, have taken and failed at the first time. The business ideas that failed before they ever got out of the think tank. I've had a few. I probably couldn't tell you what my first real business idea was, only that I know I had it many years ago. I know that basic core thought that drove that idea is still with me: to be rich and wealthy enough to indulge in my passion for writing and talking with others about whatever. That still stays with me constantly, gnawing at me, whispering to me, it's why I can't go to sleep, it's why I wake up at 2:30 am. "Write Linda, write!" Ok, I will, you win!. This isn't a bad thing, it's winning. It's a really good thing. But it took so long to get here, family needs, bill needs, sickness, work needs, sleep, eat, get inspired, get frustrated, think too much, don't think at all, read, watch tv, all that and more. Frustration is my friend and my foe. It provokes me to move, tells me to stop, shines the light on the things that need work (that glaring light). Today I am a frustrated writer and I'm ok with that, it is my blessing and my curse, it is my talent.