Life…Don’t talk to me about this thing called life.
I was writing. In fact I’d gotten off to a great start. And then life happened. So, I work, sleep, and scribble notes. Soon (I hope) I will have a weekend off or evenings free to work on my notes and resume my WiP.
I sit here at the computer, torn. I’m not totally driven to work on the WiP but it is my first thought when I have access to paper or keyboard. I want to be laying concepts and characters into the mortar of words. I should be sleeping. I should be feeding myself. I should do laundry. I should do a great post. I should do a lot of things. I start them, but it isn’t long before the characters are revealing some new tidbit or facet of their world, personality, or problem. There I go, scrambling for a pen again.
This is the best and worst part of being a writer. I love being the conduit for these characters, and I resent the demands of life that get in the way. So, I have a plan.
Ten of us will each win the next ten successive Powerball drawings. We’ll pool our money, buy an island/neighborhood/luxury cruise ship/insert your dream here and we will all write when the mood strikes us, work when the stories are sticking, and spend evenings with our families. Ahh, lovely plan.
In light of reality, however, I will take comfort in the fact that I am not alone, that all writers cope with this, and we all survive it. We squeeze in the odd minutes and keep plugging away. It’s what we do.
sounds good to me…
if only writers received an extra 2 or 3 hours a day… what fun that would be!
but yes, back down to feet on the ground… plug, plug, plug away…
“I resent the demands of life that get in the way.”
Oh, so yes. And then you feel guilty for resenting, and it all leads to not feeling good about writing. Blah.
I’m ready for that island or cruise ship.
Why are you writing my story/my life BJ?
My dream is simple: unlimited time and a room of my own to write.
I’ve always dreamed of owning my own island, or a large tract of land where a community of like minded individuals could live – but people always tell me I’m dreaming a cult lol.
Hang in there!