The other day, I saw an amazing video.
A slight depression in a sandy beach began to move and shift. A small black object wrestled to the surface, all flippers and new-born awkwardness the tiny sea turtle emerged. For a moment it craned its neck in all directions, then started off with determination towards the sea. Dozens of its brothers and sisters followed, all aiming for the same destination, sand still clinging to their backs. Their instincts told them to get to that giant body of water as soon as possible.
They traveled over beach debris, climbing what to them must have been insurmountable dunes. Occasionally they would veer from their route, but their instincts would send them back in the proper direction or the toe of a giant human spectator would nudge them back on course. Shadows from seagulls flying overhead crossed their paths, and only the handful of people watching the exodus kept the birds from snatching up the helpless babies.
Finally, the newly hatched sea turtles splashed into the water. Their awkwardness on land forgotten as they swam to safety and began the lives they were born to live.
As writers, we face the same hurdles to be overcome. We know what we want to write but we struggle to get those first words on paper. We don’t always know where our stories are going but we have faith that they are going in the right direction. We sometimes feel like we are all alone in our task, but in fact our companions are just inches in front of us or behind us. Predators surround us which would like nothing better than to steal all of our thoughts and our motivation. There are unseen supporters aiding us when they are able.
A few of us will not make it, we will not find our way to the sea of publication, or even to the lake of completion. If that happens, when that happens, we simply need to begin again to dig out of our nest in the sand. When our writing reaches the water and is set free, the fight will have been worth it.