Chipping away

Work is hard. Distractions are plentiful. And time is short — Adam Hochschild

It never fails that when you get your mojo going, something happens to disrupt the flow you’ve created. Yep, all good things must come to an end. Yeah, well… fuck that.

Distractions, especially the kind that are not self-inflicted, are annoying as fuck. As a season, I like spring. Autumn is actually my favourite season but I don’t mind spring at all. It’s getting to the point where all that spring reminds me of, are the annual commitments that I’m starting to dread.

Honestly, something has to give. I’ve been down this road before. And I pretty much know what will give. I almost considered foregoing a blog this week because there are more pressing matters I want to spend my time working on. That isn’t fair to the folks who take the time to actually read whatever my brain farts out. The blog isn’t the problem.

I’m just gnawing at the figurative restraints that keep me from my creative endeavours. I’m probably a little frustrated knowing that I’m close to finishing my next novel but there are things that keep demanding my time and attention. My equilibrium is off I absolutely hate it. I might get a little petulant and bitchy (I’ll try to avoid feeling homicidal) until the commitments are a distant memory. To be honest, I’d like them to be a distant memory now.

But I just need to be patient and keep chipping away at my writing. There will be no regrets when it’s done.