a story of interruptions

I have been infatuated, obsessed, in-love with writing my book this week. It’s been such a joy to have a passionate fire about my writing. However my body has been getting in my way. I ever so slightly sprained my wrist when I was 13, little did I know that my failure to take care of myself at that age would come to haunt me into my 20’s almost ten years later. My wrist and elbow have been stressed to the point of pain and it makes it hard to sit at a computer and focus. I’m not known for my pain tolerance, and well this time isn’t all the different. 


I’m getting so close to the end of the book, a mere few thousand words and I’d be at the climax of the story. I feel like I can smell the end I’m so close to it. And speaking of endings, I so can not wait to cross that finish line and feel the sense of accomplishment, and at the same time I want to run away. More accurately I’d like to sit myself down in the dirt and procrastinate. Listening to Judy Blume’s Master Class, however has helped, she gets how and why the writing of the ending is so emotional and almost a little like grief. Because I’ve spent close to every day, for months, with these characters and watched them grow and change, and well they feel like real people for whom I care. 


So there is the balancing act to be preformed, between working it out and pushing on into the finishing line, and allowing ones self to be sad when one is sad. Not to mention the fact that there is life to lived outside the creative process and a body and life to be taken care of. 


My creative process is a story of interruptions, the ones I choose and the ones I revolt against. 


That’s all there really is folks, whether you choose your interruptions or you rebel. Learn to take care of yourself now, or suffer the consequences later. Push as hard as you can, keep it up as long as you can, but stop before the bone breaks, because despite what the doctors say not all wounds heal stronger. 


Please take care of yourself.

And fight for your life and its dreams.

And be kind and soft to your own heart,

And wash your dishes

And brush your teeth

And don’t forget

Don’t forget. 

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  1. AnonymousJuly 26, 2023 at 8:16 AM

    Interesting. Looking forward to reading your book. I don't usually comment. But I read your blog and let the words sink in. Keep up the good work with your words and your painting. Love Nana

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