These days my calendar is a tangle of recitals, family reunions, birthday parties, vacations (sort of), events, and outings. Some days I enjoy that calendar jam packed with daily adventures, but other times, I just want to be still, be alone, be quiet, and write. I just want to hear the keyboard clicking away while I type up all of the stories whirling around in my head. What’s a good story if you haven’t shared it? Well, I think it’s not a story at all – it’s just another really long thought stuck up in my brain with the short ones, like, ‘ I wonder how many bags of broccoli are left in the freezer’.
Whenever I want to write, and I start to think that life is getting in the way of my writing, I remind myself that I wouldn’t have near as much to write about if it weren’t for this busy life that I have. I take comfort in the thought that at some point there will be quiet moments that I can write my stories, and there will always be something going on around here to feed my imagination, and supply me with plenty of fiction and non-fiction stories to share. I won’t have to dig deep into my memory to find them, although I could. As long as I’m always going somewhere, and planning to do something, there’ll be inspiration all around me, delivered fresh daily.
This manic life isn’t getting in the way of my writing, it is just making me be more creative about when I write, how I write, and what I write.
This post was inspired by the novel The Idea of Him: A Novel
Allie continues to pursue her writing, and in that confront her past, in the midst of the whirlwind that is her career, her marriage, and her life. She thought she had the perfect husband, until she finds him and another woman in a compromising position in their own apartment. Join From Left to Write on April we discuss The Idea of Him: A Novel
