rjyoungwrites:

I sit in a cave writing.

In my perfect world, there are no doors, no windows, no sun, no moon, no night, no day. There is simply a blank sheet of paper and the impulsion to fill it with my own substance, my own being.

Writing is lonely. Anyone who has ever said writing is anything else is lying to you and, worse, to themselves.

Writing is hard work. It is easy to write bad copy, to meander and roam all over the page like a 15-year-old just receiving his or her permit. To be as good as many of us want to be it takes repetition and patience. The latter is harder to come by than the former.

Revision is harder. To edit yourself is the hardest technique we master. Making three words into one, finding the correct phrase and cutting the fat of your copy you are made to reckon with yourself.

Concentrating on the page you will find out who you are and what you believe. And most times, you will learn things about yourself you never knew; things you never wanted to know, things you thought you always knew.

You will learn something.