Life, Work, and Writing. Who Wins?

Life, Work, and Writing. Who Wins?

You may have noticed that there was no post last week.

You also might have noticed that in my first post upon resurrecting this blog I said I would be posting at least once a week.

Since I live by the tenet that a man is only as good as his word, I feel that I have some explaining to do.

I think there is only one way that I can explain my absence. I need to make a confession.

I am horrible at juggling.

Despite the picture in the header up there, I don’t mean literal juggling. I mean juggling all of the events that most people have to put up with in life. It is a major weakness that I am trying to overcome.

Life can get extremely busy. When you are a married father of two brats children, you own your own business, and have multiple writing projects constantly tugging at your pants legs what are you supposed to do?


Maybe it’s the kids tugging at my pant legs. I don’t know.

See? I get confused.

Where was I?

Oh, yeah.

The past couple of weeks have proven to be a huge test of my multitasking skills. Work, which is usually pretty quiet, suddenly picked up. Its gotten to the point where I go to work with clients, and then come home to make dinner, put the kids to bed, and then go back to my office (the garage) to continue working. Meanwhile, I have a writing partner who has moved from Chicago so we can collaborate, wondering where I’ve disappeared to. On top of that, I just received news that my wife is being transferred, which means a new schedule where she won’t be around as much during the times I try to write.

How do writers do it?

I know better than to fool myself and think that writers are actually making a living off of their words unless they are extremely lucky. Most writers I know hold down a regular 9-5 job and write in their free time. Some of them are even parents of small children, like I am.

What are they doing that I’m not? Are they forcing themselves to write when they’re extremely tired? I’ve tried that. All that produced was an imprint on my forehead in the shape of the keys on my keyboard. Long story short, I fell asleep.

I’ve tried writing while the kids are around. Any parent knows how that went.

An idea is forming in my head, and just as it’s materializing and I move hands to begin typing…. “DADDY! He kicked meeeeeeeeeeee!”

There goes that thought, like fine sand on a windy day.

How do you do it? How do you juggle all of the things life tosses your way and still find time to write?

Help me.

Ok, I’m going to go try and wallow in my shame pile now. Don’t tell my kids. I’m hiding.