No, I have not been living in the Mars habitat on Hawaii, although that is a secret wish of mine.
No, friends, I have clawed my way out of the sucking vortex of the black hole we call life. I, like many writers, have a day job, and a spouse, and offspring, and animals that are cute. I have plenty of external factors that all raise their hands and vie for my time. I have scraps of paper with story ideas shoved into every remaining paper notebook I own. I have scraps of ideas tapped out onto every digital device that I own. I think about characters, plot lines, and the space-time continuum while I exercise.
Yet when it comes to product, I got nothing. I have a bunch of false starts and half-bakes, any of which with a bit of time and confidence and EDITING would be fantastic product for release into the wilds of publishing.
My issue, like so many of you out there, is prioritizing my writing. For me, it is because of the secret mommy-guilt that I work all day so my free time should be devoted to my family, and any writing should organically ooze around the edges of that sloppy pie. Which is balderdash. I have to write- I have to continue writing these snippets and thinking about characters. I cannot make it stop. So I won't.
One of the other blocks to my productivity is the thought that I am not doing things "the right way." That I need to blog "about the industry" or "certain topics." I call balderdash on that as well. The only thing I am an expert on is my own experience, so that is the story I will share.
I just thought of a plot twist- I need to jot it down.
Until next time-
Lillian
