I’ve had to put writing aside for a while. I really hate it when that happens. Life can be kinda sucky at times. Sometimes we’re forced to do things we don’t really want to do, and in the process the activities we do enjoy fade into the background.
In January, after another round of layoffs at the company I work for, I decided to go back to school. The course I’m enrolled in is for another job in healthcare, a medical records type job like the one I have now. A job I may not like, but one that pays better. For almost three months, I’ve done nothing but work and study, study and work. Burnout is setting in and it’s making me cranky and stressed out.
Over the weekend, I realized that it’s been a really long time since I’ve written anything. Then I remembered the “estranged sister” story I’d been working on last year. I hadn’t gotten very far, just some brainstorming and figuring out some of the characters. I read over all of my notes and feel re-energized about this story. Blowing off this course and spending all of my spare time writing is a very tempting thought, but writing doesn’t pay the bills…yet. So instead, I blew off school tonight and worked for two solid hours on my outline, and guess what? I’m not cranky anymore.
Making time for writing needs to become a priority again. For me, it’s an escape from my troubles and definitely a cure for crankiness.