I haven’t written much lately. The usual suspect is to blame; a host of real-world responsibilities that have conspired to keep me away from the computer – in this case, home repair. When I do have time to write I’m often too tired to bring myself to do it. I do, however, force myself to look over my manuscript and make at least a few edits here and there. I also made time for this blog entry.
Keeping up with writing – a job that takes time and doesn’t pay – is difficult in the extreme. Balancing a paying job, home and personal maintenance and a social life with the need to work on a manuscript is a tricky business, but it is one that must be mastered. I’ve found that cutting my social life a bit helps with the time, but there’s only so much one can do of that.
Still, the book is always on my mind. I’m always churning over possible edits, creating and discarding alternate beginnings and endings, and generally running through what I have done and what I need to do. I suppose this is how parents must feel; even when they aren’t in the same room as their child, the idea of their offspring is always there.
I’ve got to get better at this balancing act, unless I want this book to die stillborn as so many others have.