has kissed me…so, I’ve been writing a little. Oh sure, I’ve been scribbling notes here and there all along, but I haven’t really been doing what I consider writing-writing. Comparatively speaking, I wrote quite a bit last year. I wrote lots of stories stuffed with every emotion and then some. Some of those stories I submitted and some I didn’t. The point is, I was writing and that piece of me that feeds my soul was eating as if it were living with a gourmet chef.
As much as I love writing, it can be a slippery slope for me though. I say that only because the need to write is an endless demand of solitary time. Solitary time that’s necessary to create – consumed in one’s own thoughts. And oh how solitary time eats into other parts of my life. I don’t have the same free-time like I did just one year ago, so my time gets gobbled up and I feel more often than not, that I can’t lock myself into a reclusive state of what is being a writer, because…well, because of life.
I’m lucky to have rich things in my life: friends, family, love struggles, work struggles, and all kinds of responsibilities and none of those things really want to share their time with the writer in me. No one usually wants to play second fiddle to solitary writing time. And it’s not an issue of having selfish friends either. You have to nurture relationships or they won’t survive. And to be honest I want to nurture the people in my life that I love and care about. And I’m no different, I want that too. Everyone wants to feel special and important when it comes to those people we care about the most.
Oh, but wait…I can hear writing calling out to me in that low and seductive, bedroom voice…
Yeah, I know what you’re thinking: we all have to make choices. It’s a poetic balancing act, and all of us have the same struggles – we all have to make sacrifices sometimes. I know. I get it. As I start to let writing seduce me a little more, I’m curious, how do you create the time to do that one thing that truly feeds your soul without stepping into writing quick-sand? I mean doesn’t something in your life suffer because of your passion? Please, enlighten me while writing now nibbles at my left ear lobe….
Hungry, curious, and writing -