There are many frustrations that accompany the talent of writing. To some, your words are delicious, to others, pretentious. All writers have experienced the support of a job well done, and faced the criticism of peers. In my life, there is nothing so rewarding as producing a piece I can take pride in. Whether I've written a poem, short story, or what seems like my 3,910,468,673rd article, the completion of it infuses my spirit with the most natural high. The process leading to that feeling, though, is simply infuriating. Dear readers, this is what it means to be a writer.

Writer's block is the worst thing that can possibly happen to you.

I can take criticism, as long as there's content present. It's no oddity to sit down and write for 5 hours straight, either. Writer's block, though, is a different animal. Whether there's a deadline associated or you just have the urge to write but no words to fill the page with, writer's block is the death of your good mood. Anyone else know the pain of scribbling circles until something comes out? It looks something like this.

Finishing a piece of work is basically Christmas Day.

I can't tell you how often I'll finish a poem or paper and immediately shove it in the faces of all my friends. Whatever I write becomes my baby, one that has a full development process starting from empty nothingness, and ending as this beautiful thing that I adore with all my might. Sometimes, you'll be the only one who cares as much as you do about your work. Good. It's personal, and you should be proud.

Speaking of personal...

Your work may never reach the Times, and you may never publish your soul's finest spills, but you continue to write, because you must. It's breathing. It's believing. Inspiration is the passage of something beyond yourself, and you know that the only way to be satisfied is to purge your spirit of the burden it caries. Not everything in this world is profitable, but art is essential for a society to thrive.

You must never show your projects to a soul until they are complete.

Not all writers keep a diary/journal, but I promise you we keep our works secretively as if we do. Think you're going to read this note over my shoulder? Nope. Want to get a sneak preview of my speech for the banquet? Nice try! You'll see it when the rest of the world does...when it's ready. 

That face when you want to throw in the towel and set your papers on fire.

You'll know it when you see it: a poor student tearing his hair out over a paper, a frustrated poet ready to snap her pen in half. There's nothing worse than the feeling of messing up the words that need to be said. For every essay, speech, poem, book, etc. there is an exact destined script to be delivered, and it is the writer's responsibility to do the passage justice. If the words are not 100 percent precisely, exactly what you meant to say, they're best unwritten.

Regardless of the obstacles faced and the reception of your work, there is nothing you pride yourself in more than your words.

They are your power, strength and survival. A piece of written work is like an author's fingerprint. There is no one else on earth with the same composition of words that you have inside you. Share away, because the rest of the writers in the world know exactly what this means to you.