Writers are inevitably readers. To write well, one must read. A lot.
Unfortunately, one must also pay the bills. This often means, for those of us posting blogs, scratching out articles, and completing the novels our souls just can’t let us forget, that we must also work at something other than writing.
Fortunately, I happen to have a very full-time gig doing something that I’m good at, and that I feel called to do. Instead of being a cog in a corporate machine, I get to do meaningful work. But it’s not pounding out the stories, ideas or observations that constantly rap at my concentration and drive me to distraction.
Alas, it’s not writing, and writing is what I crave. The more I do it, the more I want to do it. It’s a vicious cycle darlings.
Between the craving, the suppression of my creative observation of mundane life and fascinating people, and having to work for a living, well, let’s just say, it’s enough to drive a girl to wine, men and ballads sung by Aretha Franklin played at a startling high volume. Le sigh….
If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, then nine-tenths of it is thanks to writers and artists who, like myself, must also work at something else for a living.
So, if you’re a writer like me, I hope that you make a promise to yourself to set aside some time to perfect your craft. The real challenge is to set aside time when you feel rested, and full of energy, not just the 10pm onward time when all you really want to be doing is snuggling in, or sound asleep.
Without writing time I feel like I’m being smothered. I feel like a part of me is dying a slow, painful death. It’s time to re-establish my routine, and to commit to what brings me joy and vitality.