Sometimes it feels like I’m in a relationship with words. I think about writing when I’m supposed to be doing something else. I imagine the characters, the plot, the setting, the dialogue. Writing fills my thoughts, my dreams, and my imaginings.
The reality once sitting with my computer screen in front of me is often quite different. That wonderful story that has been occupying my thoughts doesn’t translate quite as fluidly once I start trying to write it down. Sometimes I get bogged down when trying to move from scene to scene and the story drags. I just want to skip ahead to the ‘fun’ part. (And sometimes I do and then come back to the troublesome scene later.)
My eventual goal is to write full time. Surely, if I could spend the main part of my day writing, I could get so much more done. I could focus more on the promotional end of things, too, and maybe start seeing some payoff… ‘If only’…
‘If’ and ‘only’ are two words that should be banished from a writer’s vocabulary. Rather than bemoan the time I don’t have to write, I need to see the allotted time I do have as a gift from God. He is the one who has given me the desire and the ability in the first place, so who am I to question Him? "Yesterday is gone, tomorrow hasn't come, but today is a gift. That's why it's called the 'present'."