After a concert, a woman gushed to Beethoven about how enthralled she was by his music.
"Oh, sir, I wish I could play like you! It's genius the music you create!"
Beethoven: "Well maam. If you want to practice 8 hours a day for 30 years, you could most certainly play that way also."
She didn't expect that.
To Beethoven, his performance was not a one-off coincidence where talent met opportunity. To him, it was the culmination of effort and sweat put into his practice daily. The woman, only aware of the performance, didn't give the process the respect it deserved. Honoring the process matters. It's the thing that matters.
Good bloggers are good because they practice. They refine their skill and tone and do it everyday. They battle perfectionism and procrastination and just sit down and do the work. Artists and real writers do it everyday even if it's just one line or one a stroke of the brush.
Don't fret if you're not where you want to be with your skills yet. That's not the hard part.
Fret when you don't want to practice those skills everyday. Fret when you invent stories to escape practicing.