Hey, writers. How’s it going? Last week was quiet on DarWrites…mostly because I ended up in the ER instead of writing. To make a long story short, the part-time job caused a foot problem and now I’m seeing my doc way more than I wanted.
But that’s not what I wanted to talk about today. No, I’ve been thinking a lot about you. I know you. I know you hope and dream about this thing called writing we are so passionate about. I know you love it as much as I do. I hope you’re writing. I hope you’re doing what you love and nothing is getting in the way of that.
But sometimes…sometimes you have work and life and dogs and kids and everything including the UPS guy jumping in the way of you and your craft.
Sometimes, you try to pull words from air but all you get is a need for tea and echinacea. Let’s be honest…sometimes stuff happens. And then you find yourself not writing. Thunder strikes and your dog crawls onto your lap and you find yourself comforting a 90-lb Labrador instead of writing…and she climbs on your keyboard [Yes, Harley, I’m talking about you]. And sometimes days drift into weeks which blend into months and the next thing you know, it’s almost October and the dog pulled the cord out of the computer and the screen blanks because you meant to plug it in, but never got around to it. And you haven’t written.
At that moment, do you still consider yourself a writer? Even when you aren’t writing?
Yes, you are.
Because in that time when you’re doing the dishes, walking the dog, listening to Barney for the hundredth time, you, my darling writer, are percolating.
And like a delicious cup of coffee, even with the dog shivering on your lap, you too will be ready to attack your work again sometime soon.
And it will pour out of you, onto the page, or onto your computer and water will spill over the dam and crack the foundation wall and then a flood will commence. You’ll realize at that time, you were waiting for the right words. For the right time. Honor that time, my friend. Step up.
Now go, write.
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