Now that I’m finished with the Veil Weavers page proofs (well, almost – they’re back for one more look), I’m settling back into writing my new story. Well, I’ve been working on it for a while, so perhaps I should call it my current project. But I worry about distractions.
This year seems to have been particularly bad for distractions, although perhaps it’s always this way and I just found it more…well, distracting.
Anyway, I fear Christmas. I want to be finding wonderful stocking stuffers, and herbing nuts (oh, there must be another way to write that!) Finding a Christmas tree. But I also want to be immersed in writing.
Perhaps the real problem is how much time writing needs. It sucks up every bit of time I can give, and still demands more. I always want to be accomplishing more, moving faster, going deeper. And so everything else becomes a distraction.
I think this says a lot about the joy of writing, and the absorption that is natural, but I’m not sure this is the best way to live, to always feel like I’m not doing enough.
I need to remember the good writing days, when I write and write and write, and finally stop, done. Content. And ready to do something else.
Maureen
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