“Writers don’t have lifestyles. They sit in little rooms and write.” – Norman Mailer
For the past 10 days, over and above my standard chaotic life I have had a house full of guests. After the first two nights of not getting any writing done, I started getting anxious. The two days after that I started feeling a little resentful. Then I made a conscious decision to put aside my stress and just enjoy the time I was spending with my family. The rest of the days flew by in a blur of activity.
Yesterday afternoon after returning from the airport, the house felt unusually quiet. Possibly a little too quiet. So I put on a movie for the little ones, made some coffee and sat down in front of my laptop. And then I wrote. I wrote until my fingers cramped. And it felt great.
So although I did not manage to fulfil my goal of writing every day I am not letting it hold me back. I feel refreshed. Filled with as much excitement as I did when I wrote those first words of this work in progress.
“It’s a wonderful world. You can’t go backwards. You’re always moving forward. It’s the wonderful part about life. And that’s terrific.” Harvey Fierstein