It's so easy for life to get in the way of writing. Sometimes, I get bitter about it. My fingers itch to rumble over the keyboard, so I stay up till dawn -- which makes me even crankier the next day, especially because most of the time, those extra hours produced one measly paragraph, which I'll probably delete later anyway. (I don't work well after midnight).
But then I consider: Yes, sometimes life gets in the way -- but honestly, that's OK. Because every once in awhile we need to step back from our work and live our lives. Our real lives, away from the computer.
For writers, it doesn't take much to get drawn into our own worlds. That's fine, but when we do it for too long, we might miss out on a lot of rich, tangible experiences. Like throwing yourself off a giant sand dune. Or playing cowgirl in Fort Worth, Texas. Or joining up with the friend you've known since preschool to attend bartending school together -- just for kicks and giggles.
|Jockey Ridge in Kill Devil Hills, NC. Yup, I rolled down that monster.|
So am I upset that I wasn't nearly as productive as I wanted to be this summer? No, not really -- because I've had some pretty spectacular adventures within the past few months, and I'm grateful for every one of them.
It's great to write, but let's not forget to live our own stories.