Dear readers, I am positively beat. But I am far from being defeated yet.
I am having one of those days where I am painstakingly trying to think of something to write about in this blog space and realizing that all I really want to write is my fiction which, unfortunately, I do not post much of here. And the reason why all I want to do is work on my various WIPs and sundries is because today marks the last day in a week-long streak of work, work, work at my money-making, pay-the-bills, kill-my-soul jobs. My last day off was last Tuesday; as of right now, I have tomorrow and Thursday off and all I can think about is how glorious they will be before returning once more to the grind that is my employment. One more long, eight-hour-plus day, and then (hopefully) two days of freedom. One of my fellow managers has been sick, so I’ve been sucking up her hours like a sponge. It looks great on my paycheck, but I miss the time to sit around and write, write, write with a little pinch of reading thrown in for good measure.
A little word game for you all today
Earlier in this crazy week, the wonderful Lauralynn Elliott made a great comment about the ability I have to work a 12 hour day and still come home and get some writing out. Granted, it’s not much writing, but it got me thinking about how the writing part, the time I take in the morning, waking up several hours before I need to be at work so I can just sit in some quiet with some coffee and churn out some work, is about the only thing that keeps me sane in the morning. And the few minutes I take every night to write at least a page of Serpent in a Cage sort of brings everything full circle, to make me feel a little less like that day has been entirely about work, and that there’s still a little slice left for what I love.
No matter what else may try to sabotage and suck up your time, always make the time for writing. Your sanity (and your happiness) will thank you!