I recently returned from a trip to Korea (South and, briefly, North) and Japan and have thoughts from that I hope to share--just not today.
I can't because I'm still deep in the montage, now on the fourth draft of my first YA novel.
Michelangelo said "The sculpture is already complete within the marble block... I just have to chisel away the superfluous material." I think of writing as the same but in reverse--the words are already there, scattered like gravel at my feet. It's my job to drill those rocks with wire and pull them together. And through revision I pull them in tighter and tighter. Discard rocks that don't fit. Over time they mesh together and become cohesive.
And the story is getting there. With each draft it feels tighter. With each draft I become a better writer. It's exciting. It's challenging. It's rewarding.
This is what it is to enjoy the journey and the process. To have a sense of intrinsic satisfaction, derived only from myself.
That said, when it does get published, I hope you all buy and enjoy it, because this writing thing is communication, too. And I'd like to eat.