Ernest Hemingway once said, “There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it’s like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges.” I agree with Mr. Hemingway. Writing can be easy and enjoyable, or it can be difficult and frustrating. There are times when everything comes together and flows effortlessly and, more often than I would like to admit, there are times when I could pull my hair trying to squeeze out an idea of what to write. Regardless of the headache writing can sometimes be, I am absolutely in love with it. I was not always in love with writing. I was capable of getting assignments like essays, short stories, and poems completed, but not necessarily enjoying the process it took to get there. Everything changed when I took a writing workshop as an elective class in high school. In all honesty, I took the class because I felt as though I was a good enough writer to do well and not have much to worry about. I realized something important in that class, that “good enough” would not be good enough for me anymore. I can remember the exact moment I fell in love with the process of writing. I had an assignment to write a short story, which seemed easy enough. I wrote a quick rough draft about the importance of not drinking and driving. My writing process had always been to write a rough draft that was not very well thought out, to edit a small amount and not much else. I found myself spending more time on that story than I had ever spent on any other piece of writing. I kept editing and changing things until the end result only held a small resemblance to the original rough draft. I just did not feel as though I could stop until the story was exactly how I wanted it to be, and at some point I started enjoying myself. I was incredibly proud of my finished product because I knew that I did my absolute best. That is