That was the response I gave my husband when he said, “write, Baby, write.”
Meanwhile, he’s playing his guitar, which I love to hear and I’m writing this blog entry. Writing for me lately has been harder but I have done a lot of writing. I’ve been journaling private thoughts and feelings as I’ve gone through a health scare but I’ve tapered off on that lately as I’ve pretty much gotten through the scary stuff.
I truly miss the days when I could sit in front of the computer and just write. I’ve written hundreds of thousands of words in my lifetime of writing but nothing has ever become a fully-fleshed out, fully-completed novel/manuscript. I have books on writing, hundreds of writing/writer’s links, several writing friends who are incredibly encouraging and a husband who tells me to write, but lately real life has just taken away so much of my writing time. Honestly, it’s not really even Real Life’s fault. It’s my own fault. I’ve been sidetracked, stressed and just not in the mood to write. I need to find the time to devote just to writing, then find some time to exercise. It all sounds so simple doesn’t it? Maybe one of these days I’ll work it out. But, I’m going to finish my glass of wine and do my best to write tonight.