I've been pondering what I should write about in my next post, but haven't had time to sit down and write. I wanted something profound and meaningful. (This made the task even more daunting.) I realized my problem makes as good as any a topic for writing about. I feel there is never enough time to do everything I intend. Life gets in the way. Part of the dilemma about "aspiring" is that your writing doesn't actually pay the bills. I started to get discouraged by work, kids, a house and all the other things that go on every day. There are times I want to give into the staggering odds and say I'll never make it, but I might as well stab my best-friend in the back. I created my characters. I breathed life into their world. I'm all they have. Giving up on myself would mean giving up on them.
Okay - so after overcoming my own self-doubt and finding the determination to push on, the problem still looms ahead. There are never enough hours in the day.
I didn't clear this hurdle in a single bound. Each day is still a struggle. Each night before I go to bed, I pick up my laptop and I edit or work out a scene. Some nights I only manage a few thoughts before my eyes get blurry and I have to concede. Other nights, I have to cut myself off after several chapters to avoid working on less than 4 hours sleep. Sometimes I know what I'm planning on writing and other times I just write whatever comes to mind. Either way, I write.
No matter what happens, I'll just keep writing. Good, bad or indifferent - I can always determine that later. Whether it's 5 minutes a day or 5 hours, make the time. Whenever I'm at my lowest, I make time for me. After all, we all need a little me-time. If I share mine with psychics, witches, warlocks, vampires, energivores, succubi and ghosts all the better as long as they're mine.
Speaking of - I'm late to meet them...
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