Just sitting down to do the work is hard sometimes.
Writing doesn’t come easy. Inspiration may flash and spark, and hit you like the kiss of a muse, but sitting down to put it into coherent words, with a start and a finish… that is hard.
Then again, things that are worth doing are always hard. The sign that you are moving away from the formlessness and the void, away from destructive chaos and still birthed life is sweat. It’s easy to stay, to wait for the big break and talk about what you would do if only when… It takes an effort to let the God who brooded over the primordial waters brood over the substance of your heart, to breathe in the halls of your mind; it takes work to lean into the haunting of the Holy Ghost.