I’m having a very frustrating week. It’s school holidays (enough said, right? You other parents know what I’m talking about), and there is a lot of bickering going on, a lot of issues getting children to sleep and keeping them asleep for as long as they should be because of the house being so noisy and exciting. Sadly, this has been resulting in me getting about zero time to myself.
Seriously, I had to enlist the babysitting skills of my mother this morning just so that I could shower alone for the first time in weeks. It’s pretty dire folks.
Until Monday (I think it was, anyway) this was fine. I was perfectly okay with it because I had no desire to write. I had no ideas, no cravings, no mad obsessions. Nothing. And then I sat down and said to myself ‘Cassie, you need to write something, anything. It can be crap, but it has to be words.’
So I did. And a story came and took me by surprise. From the very first words, I knew this was something I could work with, something that I could enjoy. Have I finished writing that story? No, I have not. Because there is no time!!!! I know how it ends, I’m writing the last scene, or trying to. That said the middle scene needs expanding and I can do that easily. I love the characters, I love the world. Love it all.
Last week I didn’t care that there was no time, because I had no words. I missed them, but I wasn’t going crazy without them. Now there are words, and with words comes that frustration because there is never enough time. I could probably have several hours to myself a day and still it wouldn’t be enough.
Do you feel this too? Or is it just because the time I have is so lacking? I’d really love to know how it affects other people!
In the meantime, roll on February 1st and the return of school. At least then I have a shot of getting the two small ones to sleep and nabbing some decent writing time… Ha. Wishful thinking, I know 😉