I don’t personally know many published authors so the writing journey is very foreign and often very isolating. I’ve read many books about the writing process and paid particular attention to the struggles that writers face but interestingly enough, I’ve never read about the one problem that I most often come up against. Perhaps it is because it’s not very pleasant, perhaps it’s too honest and it certainly isn’t anything to be proud of. (Wow..that’s two sentences that I’ve ended with the wrong kind of word – that is most definitely poor grammar and style but it might be reflective of my nervousness to confess this problem.)
When I am in the “writing zone,” I have a tendency to resent people who interrupt me. Lets take a look at what just happened thirty seconds ago. I’m slumped on the living room couch, trying to complete this blog (Chris and I are heading to Ontario Place tonight to see Peter Gabriel in concert) and my husband quietly approached me.
“Sorry for interrupting but do you know where my jeans are?
I lost my train of thought and answered with a rather snippy, “I think they’re in the dryer.”
OK response. Crappy attitude.
The same thing happens when I try to clear full days for writing. Inevitably, life unfolds and I find myself having to respond to texts, emails, spontaneous visitors, (it’s true – if you don’t think that you have any friends, buy a house on the lake!!) and changes of plans.
Recently, my daughter accused me of “projecting my writing frustration on her.” OUCH!…but she makes a valid point.
Now, if you know me, you know that I love people. As a pattern, I don’t want to make writing a book more important than being with people. So, I have some work to do in this area. On the other hand, I have some healthy, self imposed deadlines that I want to meet and that’s important too. It’s good practice because one day, I hope to have some publishing company’s deadlines to meet!
I know. It’s all about balance and organization. Can you pray with me on this one? I would really appreciate it.