I just can't seem to maintain and juggle my world. Not my world of family and dogs and dentist appts and social media posts and radio and and and
But the problem is. I. don't. stop. thinking about writing. Until - I, yes, write.
So whatever tricks it takes to paste me to the chair, I have to learn to do again and again and again. It occurs to me that the trick, the one special trick, that I might discover that would make that job easier, make it an easy thing, is never, ever going to happen to me.
I'm sure other people have a formula that fits. I know a writer guy that basically goes to his dungeon otherwise known as the basement every morning and he stays there. I mean stays there for real until his story is finished. It doesn't matter how many grandchildren need a sudden pick up from school, no sick babies, no momma's, no daddy's, no dogs, no bills, no meals. He writes.
I hate him.
Or, at least I jokingly say I do. Fact is. I'm jealous that he is that defined and determined. And so (insert explicative here) relieved that I am not. that. way.
I have a big, beautiful, crazy, sloppy, life. And, if I give myself half a chance, an early morning sunrise, Susan Tedechi playing in the background, the oil lamp lit, prayers offered - I can write like the wind. Like nobody but me. And crank off another few words or lines of a story that captures my heart and imagination and hopefully, soon, very, very, soon - will capture the heart of readers.
This writing life continues. River Jordan style.
River Jordan is a real writer in the real world whose imagination can take her to far away places where room service never ends and the hotel bookstore is always open.