I have always heard the expression "a day at the beach" used in reference to a task or event that is not only easy, but enjoyable. A perfectly, sunshine filled experience, destined to bring one great peace and satisfaction.
However, anyone who has dutifully and lovingly toted children, and all that goes with them, to the beach can testify to the fact that the experience is neither peaceful or enjoyable, but can be quite a challenge. First there is the wagon full of goods, the sunscreen and maintenance of it, the snacking, seagull protection, water safety, and any other number of possible challenges, the least of which being half the beach inevitably comes home in my car. The packing of my car alone, can be a challenge, folding down seats, making sure everyone has all they need. Nothing easy, peaceful, or enjoyable in that.
Yet, there comes a moment, when I'm ankle deep in a pile of sweetly collected seashells and surrounded by the sound of my kids' laughter as it mixes with the squawking of the seagulls, that I have to smile. The sun beams down on us, the wind riffles our hair and a sand covered hand stretches out to me with another seashell cradled in the small palm and I forget all the hard work of getting them there, and the work yet to occur when we get home, and it is all worth it and I smile back.
I am finding, more and more, that writing is much the same way. I toil at it some days, working to get time to write, then actually writing, not to mention editing, polishing, considering. It's a long process that is often challenging and frustrating. At the end of the day though, regardless of if I have just a sentence or a chapter, or even a finished novel, I have to smile as I realize the joy of writing makes it just a day at the beach.