Here's the thing about writing. It's really hard. Even when it's easy. Or when it seems easy. Or when people make it look easy. Or when they say it's easy.
I've probably said it's easy in the past. But I think I was misunderstanding myself.
Just because something flows from the mind through the fingers onto the keys and ends up looking pretty on the screen doesn't mean it's easy.
It's like that story where the street artist draws a portrait for the tourist, and it's perfect, and the tourist can't believe how the artist did it so well in only five minutes, and the tourist asks the artist how much it costs, and the artist says, that'll be ten grand, and the tourist says, ten grand! are you kidding me! You expect me to pay ten grand for five minutes of work?
And the artist says, you think I created that in five minutes? That didn't take me five minutes. That took me forty years of blood, sweat, and tears, and living on the streets, and being told I'd never amount to anything, and being mocked for not getting a "real job", and having the courage and the vision and the commitment and the will to follow my heart and dreams and become my authentic self.
Writing for me is kind of like that. Nothing I write that's easy is that easy. When it's easy it's probably not that good.