I am in awe of writers who actually cross things off their “To Do” list. Things like, you know, “write.” Life has a funny way of getting in the way of writing. To be fair, I have been pretty consistent with my “Lunch Hour Writing” time, but as far as anything more than that…not so much.
I have heard there are writers who are able to hold down a day job, be homeroom mom (or dad), carpool, run errands, have a clean house, cook meals, and keep up with their personal grooming, while still pecking out a couple thousand words every day! To be clear: this is not me. In fact, I am a bit skeptical about whether writers really do exist. Perhaps these Stepford Writers are like a mythological creatures which once had some small basis in reality but, actually, were pulled and tugged and contorted until they no longer resembled anything like the mere mortal writers that I know.
Truth be told, I prefer my writers with a few flaws. Maybe they swear like a sailor, or are frugal to a fault, or suffer from sensory overload and can’t think when there is too much noise around, or maybe they can’t carry a tune to save their life, or “forget” to dust, or have an over-active guilt complex. Oh, wait. That’s all me…well, the point is that flaws should bring us closer.
Or maybe my point was that it is hard to write and have a life, too. Especially if your life involves little people who rely on you. And maybe, just maybe, we have to cut ourselves a little slack as we push forward on our journey…and we should cut other people a little slack, too. The journey is hard enough as it is.
(Or maybe there is no point, but at least I wrote something today, so at least I don’t feel quite so guilty.)
In case you wondered what I did this weekend instead of writing, here are a few of the things that occupied my time: