Monty Python summed it up beautifully.
It seems that just when I think I have my life as organised as it possibly can be with work and a family, that curve ball comes rocketing through and everything goes out the window.
My writing has slowed (okay, if I’m going to be honest it is more of a stop then slow) this week, but not because I don’t want to be writing. It is constantly on my mind, my ms, my characters, my word count…
I feel guilty because you hear so often how ‘if you want to write you’ll find the time’. The reality is there is only so much you can do in a day. And it is made that much more difficult not being published – my writing is the career I want, but until it is my career, I can’t make it my priority. Until then my family, my husband, the house repairs (ad infinitum) all require my time with no excuse. And trust me, after sitting up half the night with sick children, dealing with tradesmen, kids, paperwork, housework, committees – and trying to sneak in a few minutes with The Hub, there is no time left.
I know I will eventually find time a
gain. The things that have slowed me this week will finish and long-term the kids will get older, life will get more organised…
If I look at the things taking my time, I shouldn’t feel guilt or frustration: my beautiful children (the Barbarians), my wonderful husband (The Hub), our dog (Biggles), the work making our house our home. You always need to look at the bright side of life!