Like many in the world, I find myself working from home these days. While I did not think myself a work from home type of soul, I’m adjusting to a new timetable and way of doing things. I feel that it will be a healthier path for me, ultimately, but it has required some adjustments. One of the things that has suffered has been my writing routine. While I’ve carved out a few hours each Sunday to write blog posts (or not, if you’re a regular follower of this blog, you know there are weeks when it just doesn’t happen), I have yet to identify the ideal quiet time within my work week or even weekend to write creatively and work on my WIPs.
It’s sad, I miss my characters and I am at the point where I cannot contain the story lines that are popping up in my head throughout my life. They are like demons that must be exorcized. So I’m using this blog post to consider when in my regular schedule may be a good time to start trying out.
I’m not going to lie, I was supposed to write this earlier today, but I’m glad I didn’t. I was sidetracked in some personal drama that brought up the phrase too big to fail. No, I’m not talking about bailing out Wall Street banks, though I think the movie was excellent. But, think about the phrase “too big to fail.” I’ve been meditating on it all day.
What can be too big to fail? Countries? Certainly. Companies, certainly not. Humans? Relationships?
Life as a writer isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. (If you’ve seen the memes you know this.) There’s the agony of having stories inside of you and the inability to get them out of you fast enough. There’s the questioning of a blank page as it stares up at you, daring you to actually fill it with your own thoughts and words. There’s the procrastination as you do everything else on the planet other than sit down and write. These are all familiar and well documented. However, I want to notes another effect of living this writer lifestyle: Taking in the details.