I find my mind wandering on this cool Friday evening. I have work to do. I always have work to do, but I'm distracted by other things.
I wish I could say I'm dreaming up the next great series arc or I've finally plotted my passion project, but those would be lies.
No startling revelations here. My mind is all over the place. Nothing profound was realized today. (In case you weren't aware, I'm really not that interesting.)
I'm dreaming of gym workouts (YAWN!) and fudge brownies (YUM!) and the weird redness on my cheeks (GROSS!).
I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror today and YIKES! My rheumo tells me it has nothing to do with my lupus. My primary says it's an issue for the dermatologist. The dermatalogist shrugged and said (I kid you not) "So what!". That's how that cookie crumbles.
Why blog about this? Well, because my social media posts give the impression that I'm uber successful and extraordinarily productive. I'm not. I ruminate. I play. I have to push myself to work. I'm like Pavlov's dogs. I respond to an alarm to signal it's time to end a task. Mainly, that's my trick to keep myself off social media. I set a timer.
The lives of writers can be interesting. Fascnatingly interesting. Many, many travel the world for research or conventions. Many live on the high seas. (Talking to you Hugh Howey.) Many are nomads who climb mountains and swim with sharks and do all the things that make them Instagram influencer famous. That's all great for them. More power to them. But I want to believe there are some out there (like me) who have to pushed to get dressed for the day, let alone travel anywhere beyond their child's school or the grocery store.
You see, for many of us, this writer life can be lonely, isolating, mundane to someone who doesn't right. As someone who spent their life wishing they didn't have to work for someone else, I can tell you with no hesitation, I'd much rather sit and dream about fudge brownies than sit in the boss's office, waiting for him or her to give you your annual review. No one needs that stress in their life.
Don't get me wrong; there's nothing wrong with authors who work outside the home at "regular" jobs. That's fantastic for them. Everyone should do what works for them. For me, following orders, meeting other's impossible deadlines, and pretending like I always comb my air and wear normal clothing sounds like my idea of torture.
Those are my thoughts for a Friday evening. Back to doing absolutely nothing until bedtime.
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