Right now, I am really missing my writing.
The last two weeks have been extremely hectic and unusual due to a very close friend getting married and my husband turning 30.
It’s been a whirlwind of uncommon tasks on the checklist, convenience foods, talking about working out more than I am actually working out and last minute panics because I forgot about something. (Thank goodness you CAN buy champagne at 8:30 in the morning!)
And no writing. Honestly, as much as I would like to be one of those people for whom writing is like breath, the simple fact is that when life gets busy, that is one of the first things to fall off the list.
I have started missing my characters. Like they’re friends that I haven’t caught up with in awhile. I have missed putting my pen to the page (or my fingers to the keyboard – you get the idea).
I have missed creating. I can feel that part of me inside being stifled. Every now and then I can hear it perk up and say, “Let me out! I want to do some fun stuff!”
I have heard a lot of people talk about the way they define success. It could be blog numbers or total word count. For some lucky writers, it might be number of books sold, days on a bestseller list or the numbers on the check. (I hope to be one of “those” writers someday!)
But right now I really feel like I want to focus on the joy that comes from my writing. Every time I get that feeling of excitement because I’m pulling something out of me and giving life to it, that’s success. That’s the part that feels very trapped and quiet right now.
This week, life is scheduled to settle back down a bit, and I plan to put a lot of focus into my writing – both the blog and the book. (Yay!) I hope the creative side will forgive me for asking it to take a backseat for just a little while.
Do you ever push aside the things you love when you get busy?