Back... for now

 

It has been awhile. Only about two years or so since my last post but even that was a random one out there. It's really been more like three years since I've blogged.

Why is that though? Oh my, hmm, biggest thing was a decided reshuffling of my time and, you guessed it, this was one of the things that got axed. Now I absolutely love writing. But it does take a lot of time and if I want to do the job right it takes even more so. Am I interesting? How many typos did I make? Do I really want to go back and proofread? Nope. I'll be honest very little proofreading happens. The typos live on.

So why the reshuffling? In a word... children. My family gets a majority of my time and unlike some things I can drop and pick up at random and remember exactly what I was doing and feel like the 3 minutes I put into it was worthwhile... uh, writing is not on that list. 

I can pick up a sewing project and know exactly where I was and what I need to do next. If I only have three minutes for it that's fine because it is progress.

Writing I need silence for one, but also a good deal more than three minutes. True story, I can't sit down in front of whatever I'm writing and recall EXACTLY where I was, what I've written, and know where I need to go. I need a certain amount of time just to remember where in the story I was and what the bananas I was doing.

Stories don't follow a pattern, they're not mindless activities where you can train your hands to just do the work until the task is done. 

When I found myself growing frustrated over the progress of my writing I knew it was time to change. I can't magically conjure more time. I also have to decide with the free, quiet, the kids are finally in bed(sleeping, because parents you know... they never go to sleep right when you send them to bed) time that I have what off the list of things that I want to do or need to do is going to actually be chosen.

In the end I decided that hey, I only have my kids being children for awhile. Instead of getting frustrated with them for not being silent statue children so that I can focus on writing, I decided to shelve those dreams. But that's just it. I'm shelving them. Not trashing them. I'm focusing on what I love MORE than writing--my family.

And it's been more than okay, it's been good. I have been bopping around some creative thoughts lately though and finally though you know what.... I'm going to write a blog post. Nothing crazy, nothing ground breaking. Heck, probably not even one anyone will read because I never had a large readership to start and it IS 3 years later.

So here it is. My small nudge back into writing something. We'll see how long the itch keeps me.