So I’ve been neglectful, again, but I’ve been thinking of you the whole time. I’ve started following a fellow writer on Instagram who shares her daily trials and tribulations of being a writer- I’m going to do the same and make YOU make me write. Finding time, energy, and motivation is hard, very hard, especially as many of us are juggling other lives (pay-the-bills work, kids, multiple personalities). My writing is on my mind 24-7, as are the continuing education classes I’m constantly enrolled in, and the website getting dusty in the corner. Being overly busy is a creativity killer, but how do you stop?
No really. How. Do. We. Stop? Personally I feel like there’s a loud clock ticking in front of me all hours of the day, an hourglass repeatedly emptying and turning itself over. I’m a classic overthinker, a Type-A basket case. The biggest hurdle in my life, and I believe I’m not alone, is focus. To focus on one thing, complete it, then move on. Right now I’m already thinking of my classes on editing and magazine writing, while considering picking up a third class. Did I mention the copywriting tutorials? Yeah, there’s four of those. There’s also the very large closet I need to empty, of which I’m certain will either consume me like a Venus flytrap, or (hopefully) send me to a fun Narnia-type wonderland.
Being overly busy will make you delusional. For this affliction, there’s beer, such as my Hardywood Christmas Pancakes and Cognizant wine barrel aged berry sour. As I sit in my bar after a relatively sane shift, I need these to calm the whirring happening in my brain. Mind you, they’re small, 4oz each, enough to sip, enjoy, and wonder if I’ll have energy to do ANYTHING at home. Writing involves sitting down, the enemy (and passionate lover) of bartenders. Once we’re down, nothing short of answering the door for Uber Eats will get a rise out of us.
So we’ll see if I rise, or fall into a Netflix-induced coma. Catch you later.
Tales from a latchkey kid... 
That moment when you see yourself in a blog post – ‘I feel like there’s a loud clock ticking in front of me all hours of the day, an hourglass repeatedly emptying and turning itself over. I’m a classic overthinker, a Type-A basket case. The biggest hurdle in my life, and I believe I’m not alone, is focus’ – oh my goodness this is ME! I am doing this now in fact. The clock is ticking, I should be writing my second novel but I can’t write a sentence – aghhh! Great post BTW
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I hear you Lucy! And thanks for commenting, I knew I couldn’t be alone out here with my rattled brain. What is your first novel?! Take care!
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It is a romantic comedy. Published it in June and since then nothing, nada, zilch. Yes take care yourself too 🙂
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I will give it a read! Don’t give up on it, I had a friend self-publish her first novel, only to have it picked up by a publisher a few years later. Still waiting in that sequel!
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