|I wish I was here. With staff.|
Truly, writers are mad. We torment ourselves with this idea that we are going to produce stories and books made up of fresh, original words that will inspire the world AT THE SAME TIME that we are trying to hold down jobs, take care of children, nurture our spouses, maintain our homes and fulfill the needs of whatever form of plant, fish or animal we share them with.
I frequently find myself in tears at the end of a day, or even at the beginning of it, thinking "I can't do this any more. I just can't. It's too much." The stress not only rips my psyche apart, it is bad for my physical health. I wish I could quit - either writing or my day job. But they are both necessary to my existence.
I find that when I do have some time to myself, such as late last night, I am too frazzled to focus on my writing. It's really just more work. Something Else I Have To Do. And it's got to be great. Professional. Engaging. But the little gray cells ain't got nothin' left at the end of the day. This is why it's taken me five years to write one book which is STILL not finished.
I cannot put into words how humiliating that is.
So I ask you, how do YOU do it?