There is the writing I love...the writing that wakes me up at night whispering ideas. Then there is the writing that helps pay the bills. Certainly, until I get the novel finished, the two will likely remain quite separate.
The writing I love is so all encompassing that I scribble notes at stop lights, jots reminders on my arm with Sharpie, and chant bits of dialogue for fear of losing the idea before I can memorialize it.
The "other writing" can be a...chore. At times I feel like a rebellious ten year old, whining in her messy room, spending the day doing anything other than what needs to be done.
I had no idea that procrastination was so exhausting.
What do you do when there are thing to be done, but you can't quite make yourself do them?
This blog follows the fortieth year of my life...as I juggle family, work, and life-stuff, all while completing my book.
