This afternoon I was sitting on the front porch eating chips & salsa and watching the clouds in the distance (hopefully they're rain clouds). I was sorting through my inbox, a million things running through my brain.
I need to respond to her email...
I need to read that story...
I need to comment on that blog post...
I need to write the next part of "Being Little Sister"...
I need to work on the story for next weeks special post...
And then I thought, "why am I getting so flustered because of this? Why am I letting all these things bog me down and interfer?" Yes, this stuff is important, but it's not that important. It's things that I need to do, but not that I have to do.
My next thought was, "what do I want to do?" I'll tell you. I want to sit on the porch (with my chips & salsa, nonetheless!) and write whatever is own my heart, instead of what I feel like I need to write. I want to not worry about all these things. I want to enjoy writing and not allow it to become something I shove aside with dread because I feel like I have to do it.
Don't get me wrong. I am going to reply to the email, read the story(s), comment on the post, write the next part, and work on the special post. It just may not happen today. :)
So, what about you?
Do you ever experience these feelings?
Have you ever felt like writing isn't fun anymore? Or that you're pressuring yourself too much?
What do you do about it when those things happen?
Leave a comment and let me know! I'd love to hear. =)
For those of y'all who are just dying to know, the quote hidden in Wednesday's 'What I Saw' is:
Aaron clasped tighter the girlish hand that wore his ring.
In the book it actually says: Gilbert laughed and clasped tighter the girlish hand that wore his ring.
If any of you want to look it up, you can find it in "Anne's House of Dreams" at the end of chapter 3.
Thanks for listening to my writer ramblings!