Sunday, August 28, 2011

Back to Writing

It's finally over.  My son got married last week and he and his new bride flew off to Cancun for their honeymoon.  My mom and her sister, who'd been staying with us for the last two weeks, left yesterday and are safely back home in Chicago.  At last my life can get back to what passes for normal.  Finally, I might have a little time to pay attention to my writing.

August turned out to be a pretty intense month.   Besides the wedding preparations and the out of town visitors, my daughter and her fiance moved into their new condo.  It was non-stop planning, shopping, visiting and grooming. Meanwhile, I missed out on a bunch of wonderful events for writers this month.  The Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators Conference (SCBWI) took place, practically in my backyard, but I was too busy with family obligations to attend.  And Writeon.com, a fantastic on line conference for children's writers rolled out last week without me. 

Worst of all, my writing has been on hold for most of the summer.  I'm really starting to feel it.  If you're a creative person, you know what I'm talking about. It's this restless, uneasy feeling I get when I haven't written for a while. Something's not right.  I can't hold still.  I want to eat something but nothing sounds good. I want to read but I can't concentrate.  There's nothing good on television and I've already see all the movies I'm the least bit interested in.  I'm suffering from writer's withdrawal.  All I really want to do is get back on the keyboard and pour my heart into a story.  It's the only thing that will make me feel whole again. 

Well, the weekend's here.  It's my time now.  I'm finally here in my office, sitting at the computer.  I can open up the file that holds my latest work in progress, and (gigantic sigh of relief) write.

Except, now my stomach's growling and I just realized I never had lunch.

And my son and daughter-in-law got back from their honeymoon last night and pretty soon I have to go over to their apartment  and watch them open their presents. And my daughter just called and she wants me to come over and help with the unpacking.

It's always something.