An Authors Life.
I didn’t know what I would be blogging about until I sat down this afternoon to actually do it. Recently, I like/try to keep things fun, light in lieu of the sometimes harsh world around us. Sometimes a constant barrage of negativity can just plain old wear a person out. Honestly deep down, I think that is why I started writing. To escape into other worlds where I could always guarantee a happy ending appealed to me on levels I know I don’t/am not prepared to check out about myself.
But I digress. Below is a pic of my desk. Don’t laugh at my chaos. 🙂
What most folks don’t realize is that a lot of us have jobs beyond writing. Day jobs to support our families and our habits. Yes writing for me is a habit and a paycheck from it is not always promised. I write for the love of the act, the enjoyment I derive from it. The simple purpose of sitting down at a computer and stepping into one of the many worlds that currently occupy my head is a high that it hard to come down from. I take that back. It puts me in my happy place and frankly I don’t want to come down from it. The thought alone of finding quiet time to delve into the lives of my fictional characters brings a smile to my face. I can’t speak for other authors but when I write this is how I feel. The anguish, happiness and intensity of emotions my peeps of the hour are channeling.
This is a picture of my planning board…again please don’t laugh I’m not sure I would know how to function if it was neat.
Then I stop and step away from my lap top.
I am still a mother, a wife, a daughter, a friend, and a sister and those many hats sometimes require my attention too. Phone calls must be made, dinner cooked, time spent with my husband and children. Yet, my current project calls to me…like a siren. I must write. After everyone is quite and my attention has been divided I sneak away back to the cubby hole I call my office and I type more, adding drama or pleasure to the live of my characters.
My days is full and sometimes so are my nights. Between the daily chores of living and maintaining sometimes all I have are my evenings to hone my craft. To add more layers to my worlds. Even then, when my children need me I stop and after longingly watching the screen fade to black, I shut down what I am doing to give them the attention they deserve.
No being an author is not easy.
My writing partner Koko Chanel. The Great Dane and her toys.
And you never stop, because if your not writing…creating, your thinking about it…dreaming about it. There is always another story to tell, another fantasy forming in the back of your mind. Yet, I still get up and work, there are still bills to be paid and mouths to feed. I get annoyed and frustrated, when things don’t always go my way and sometimes…wait for it…I want to throw my hands up in the air and say screw it I give up.
Then I come home and I have that tiny speck of time before my kids get home from school and my husband comes home from work. A time when I can open up a work in progress on my computer and pull the ear phones over my head to slam out a scene to the music of my choice. In that moment, nothing else matters around me and all is right in my world.
I am writing.
Thanks for allowing me to share with you. Until later, Kass