There was a time recently that I was able to keep the whole family - work - play thing together and have enough left in the night to let creative ideas flow. That is leading to a nearly published book, three more in the works, scrapbooks, charity blogs, and my own musings. That was before FB, Twitter, LinkedIn, etc. I can't keep up. I love my friends, enjoy my associates dearly and want to know what they are up to. What has become a chore is writing for the sake of writing. Some people enjoyed reading my nannerings and would subscribe to them; the stories of every day happenings, recipes, book reviews. Not only do I not finish writing books, but reading them is a chore.
Wait, it's not just social media, Duoh! It's summer. I'm so glad it's not me being sucked into the virtual get together abyss. Our children are home - every day. They bring with them friends, fights, the need for supplies for lemonade stands, Otter Pops, lunch for five impromptu neighbors stopping by and fights. I know I mentioned fights twice. I should mention fights, bickering, bragging, slamming, kicking, fights, yelling, crying and injuries a few more times. The creative flow is sucked into the vacuum of their days.
I'm grateful to hold it together enough for my clients and a few friends that get me to laugh at my day. I am grateful for a loving audience that knows my stories and can instantly appreciate my 140 characters.
I'm still lazy. I used to send out emails with links and stories to my address book. Takes too long to select them all. I post to Shutterfly, it pushes to Facebook and they can all share it if they want. If they are not in the group yet, they'll have to wait until I can breathe in the Fall and catch them all up.
Thank you for reading this. I feel better now. Time to curl up with my current book, "A Rage to Live" by Mary S. Lovell. Need to check in with Richard and Isabel Burton.
Comments