I really wanted to answer another friend’s prompt or write something deep and profound for today’s post, but earlier as I was editing one of my books I was also chatting with my friend Ada about “important sh!t”.
We know what important sh!t is, I mean, she’s a mother for one thing. I have a day!job to pay the rent and I now have a doggie who relies on me to take care of her. Our respective priorities have changed over the years but we know what our important sh!t is.
Still, we were bewailing how to make our writing careers more productive, more lucrative, more stable. That’s important sh!t too, yet over the course of a day, a week, a year…writing slides down the “important sh!t to do” list until we are far behind our quotas and expectations.
There is the argument that we need to be reasonable (I have been informed of this fact numerous, numerous times, and I still find it quite annoying). We need to compromise. Or, perhaps, give up. Maybe she should shelve her writing career and get a techie day!job she’s qualified for. Mind you, she’s a popular and award-winning author. But is that important enough?
We both think so. As we both believe that the stories I want to write will find an audience and become popular.
Eventually.
I’ve got to get a grip on the important sh!t that is is “outside the box” of everyday living. I don’t even think it’s about motivation or commitment. I think it’s just simply acknowledging what is important to me and doing it.
Probably not a good explanation, but eh, that’s where my head is tonight.
