And all because I just sat my ass in a chair and wrote my story.

Great, heartfelt post. I think the line above is key. Unless you try, how can you win? The cost is time, and chunks of your heart for sure, but you have to win.

I just wrote something similar–trying to map out my psychological mapping of my desire to write. Best of luck to you.
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But that’s the way I feel. I have studied archetypal theory for a while in school, and in a way writing a novel is like the call to action, the beginning of the monomyth. It’s one of those things that does eat away at me inside. Even when I’m doing other things, I feel the need/urge to be writing. I suppose that’s a good thing.

You wrote a book? Published anywhere?

What story is Calling you to Adventure? Can you hear it? Can you feel it pounding at the walls of your heart, begging to come out, more painful than swallowing a starless sky? That’s the story you must write. You can’t refuse the Call without living in misery, so you must write it. To write it, you have to be prepared to die for it, because you will be irrevocably changed by plumbing those depths. Like Charlie in the Looking Glass.

Well, that’s how it was for me. I didn’t write a book because I wanted to, but I because I *had* to.
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I’m terribly easily influenced when it comes to taking huge steps, and given that I’ve yet to have the tenacity to stick with a single novel long enough to finish it, the “you’ll probably never make it anyway” writers tend to cloud my judgement. Even though I know they shouldn’t.

But you’re right. Nothing can stop our creativity. I’ve set my goal now, and I plan on sticking with it.