Write Between Diapers
A few blog posts ago, I spoke about the reality of finding time to write as someone who does not write novels for a vocation. I mentioned a popular quote and idea of "Writing on the edges of the day." Well, I'm building on that and I think it's become a more free-flowing, grab-any-moment-you-can sort of scenario for me: "Write between diapers."
I am the incredibly blessed father of two beautiful children, ages 3 and 10 months. It feels like life is squeezed in between diapers, and crying, and messy meals, and sweet story times, and . . . you get the idea. The "edges of the day" are getting thinner by the moment!
I think what I'm realizing more and more as I try to forge my way to the end of Book 3 of "The Reaper's Seed," is that life is at odds with my writing. The tension is not surprising, but wow . . . it is so hard to keep producing these days. It's a good thing I like endurance sports. The sustained commitment to a long-term goal with the hope of gain translates far better than I would have ever thought. And at least writing can actually fit in between diapers. I can't say the same for endurance sports. (Sigh. You can't do it all).
Keep dreaming, my friends. Dreams don't die in the face of (wonderful) responsibilities, they just . . . take longer to realize. : )