Carving out time to write, is like stealing from your spouse's wallet. Sure, you're getting a little something extra now, but you know that somehow , some way, you are going to end up being involved when it's time to replace it! Right now, for instance, I believe I am putting off at least 15 different things to write this. Of course, I am finding that if I don't have a little writing time each day, I am "hating life," as Teacher Husband would say. Should I put things off , or be a "hater?" Each day it's a different call.
I write a lot at work, (yes, it IS part of my job,) but I'm not really feeling the love lately, if you know what I mean. The last couple of things I wrote were ripped to shreds, unsolicited, by a brand-new employee who felt she could do a better job.
Wait. I just re-read that sentence. Was I being overly harsh? No, no, actually, that is exactly what happened.
What I'm discovering in the backlash from this incident is that attacking my writing is a lot like attacking my kids. I don't like it. I mean, I really don't like it. I'm not implying my writing is the greatest, I just think that if people have mean comments they should feel free to keep them to themselves.
Seriously, I'm realizing I feel a lot stronger about the whole thing than I thought I did. That said, why do I actually make a living writing public things that other people will see and--(apparently)---criticize? Glutton for punishment? Glutton for carbs, maybe, but NOT a glutton for punishment. It is just one of those things I need to do. It doesn't have to be great, it doesn't have to be finished, (witness the many manuscripts in my file cabinet,) but it seems it has to happen or I don't feel "right."
I've heard people say that kind of thing about excercising.
I can't relate, but I have heard it.
Are there things you feel you "need" to do?
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