I've always felt like a big phony for dedicating so much time to something that might not pay off in the long run. I sit in front of my computer, feeling guilty about pandering to these people in my head instead of dusting my filmy furniture or vacuuming my family room. I go to work every day in pursuit of a paycheck, because I'm well aware that writing may never earn me one (yes, I still feel this way, even being agented), but all I want to do is write while I'm there.
The week before last, I went to Mexico. I wrote on the plane, I wrote in my hotel room, I wrote on the balcony outside with the sound of the ocean in the background. It was writing Nirvana.
|Writing on vacation. Quick, someone go tell my agent how|
dedicated I am!
|The view from our balcony. Poor me, having to look at that|
while I wrote!
|Wait... Why did I come home?|
|The swim-up bar. I recommend the Dirty Monkey.|
|The pool... The one place where I couldn't write, due to sun glare|
on my netbook. And the Dirty Monkeys didn't help, either.
*THEN* something awesome happened when I got home - our system crashed for 3 days at work, and I literally could not do my job. So, I wrote instead.
Unfortunately, it doesn't happen very often that I'm handed writing time on a silver platter like this. But even with all my doubts and demons and obligations, I'm going to find a way. Because it's what I love, plain and simple. (And also, because the idea for book #4 was born while I was in Mexico. Weee!!!)
For more on this subject, (and for a quick live peek at the view from my hotel room) check out my vlog below. And then tell me - when do you find time to write?