I'm having a hard time getting my writing in. In between family and school, I really do not have time and this has never happened before.
Before, if I wanted to write, I just went and wrote. I had private space, I had quiet time.
I'm not complaining. I love my large family and I love all the craziness in my life right now. I love that I'm finally finishing school, albeit a completely different degree than that which I started way back when.
I miss having time to write in this blog. I miss having time to write articles for my various 'job' sites. I miss having time to research certain items and I miss the laziness of sitting on the couch typing. Yes, I miss my writing life because it was very calm.
That's what it boils down to - I miss the calm of falling into the page and living another life.
My friends stuck inside my latest work, one of whom just died, are begging me to quit school and go back to work. I have only a little left of their worlds before editing, but I can't get to it right now. I've promised my fans I would, but I can't. School just took a turn for the serious. (Which basically means, I've finally reached classes I don't already know all the answers to, not to brag or sound self-important, but I do read, A LOT, and have learned much in my life.)
My mister told me last night he does not want me and my new passions to take away from my first passion. I promised him it would not, but so far, it has. This is a sad revelation but one I am glad I made.
I will promise myself, just as I did my mister, that I will begin to find that hole in the page again.
I've been lost, but I am following the crumbs back to the edge of the woods.
I just bought this printer, by the way, so that I could print "The Bones Beneath" and edit it. It's quite a nice machine and makes life just a little easier. I know it will pay itself off, because printing a book at the library or a printer is very expensive and there must be more than one edit. :)