There is nothing wrong with analysing the process of writing a novel, letting other people understand some of the pitfalls and difficulties that exist, but to not mention how amazing it is to have the opportunity to be creative is negligence bordering on disrespect. It's like being given a gift and instead of saying how wonderful it is, you point out all the little imperfections to the point of sounding ungrateful.
Talk about playing with fire. I write because I feel compelled to do so. Can you imagine what would happen if the compulsion still existed but the opportunity or the ability to do so was taken away? It's my worst fear that a day will come when I'm no longer able to write because of my health, yet I'm cavalier enough about my current opportunity to not even appear grateful.
Sheesh, I'm amazed I haven't been struck dead with a lightning bolt yet. I guess sometimes the Gods and Goddesses can be understanding enough to give us some slack, or they're waiting for a more opportune moment. I'm hoping it's the former, of course, but have taken steps to ensure it involving a…well, maybe this is not the proper venue to go into such details, so let's just say sacrifices have to be made in the name of art.
Seriously though, as I continue on with this series while working on volume two of The Paths Life Takes, I will do my best to remember that in spite of whatever so-called "trauma" I'm experiencing at the moment, I'm doing what I want. What can be better than that?