Confession is good for the soul…
I’ve been slacking off for the past week or two on learning about the craft of writing and (dare I say it) actual writing/editing on my WIP. In fact, the only writing I’ve been able to accomplish are my three weekly blog posts.
In my defense, life got in the way and took precedence over reading about craft and writing fictional romance.
It’s true that things do occasionally arise that trump pursuit of a passion so maybe I’m being too hard on myself. But the way I figure it, if I get up and go to the day job five days a week, even with everything else on my agenda, then I should certainly be able to make time to read and write (no arithmetic…yuck!!).
**Time out while I grab the Neosporin and some band-aids.**
Life does intrude. Sometimes we have to put down the pen, the paint brushes, the toe shoes for a brief period and focus on those things that must be completed. It’s important to forgive ourselves when this happens and come back to our passion refreshed and sane. Frankly, if there are things crowding into our lives that must be done, it’s often hard to concentrate and be creative until those things are accomplished.
The key is to keep an eye on the clock or the calendar and not let too much time elapse before returning to what we love. If too much time passes, it can become easy to delay another hour, another day, another week, and before we know it, months have gone by without writing.
Compare this to exercise. Blow it off too many days in a row and the next thing you know, the scale has a bigger number on it than we’d like. Who among us wants to see that?
It would be easy to make excuses this week and continue residence in Slackerville. There are still items on the To Do list. However, Slackerville is a depressing little community.
The time has come to move out and back into Writingville.
Relocation is a conscious decision. It’s a choice, to make time to do what we love.
So today, I’m re-committing. I’m climbing back up in the saddle. I choose to do what I love. I’ll read a chapter of a craft book and work on my novel until I reach my word count tonight. Tomorrow, same thing. And the day after, and the day after that.
What do you do when life gets in the way? How do you get back in the writing groove?