By Kelly
I’m not writing these
days.
It’s hard to focus when
the kids are home from school and the door to the office in my 100+ year old house neither closes nor locks. When I do get a few minutes alone the computer
crashes (I’m looking at you, Windows 8). The roof/ceiling/shower and basement
have all developed simultaneous leaks. The air pressure valves in the car are
acting up. And dang it, we have to go see the dentist/optometrist/doctor for
our grossly overdue check-ups before school starts in (wait, already?!) a
little over month.
“I don’t see how you can
write during the summer,” one of my friends said when I told her of our drama.
“I can barely keep up with all the activities and camps and parties without
adding work to the mix.”
But here’s the thing she
doesn’t understand. My brain NEEDS to write. It turns into a drama queen
basket-case if it doesn’t. It hangs on by a tenuous thread of sanity. If I
can’t write, I’d better be reading something really good, especially when life
gets crazy. Right now Joe Leaphorn’s crime solving prowess at the Navajo nation (thank you, Tony Hillerman) is so much more engaging than leaky roofs, judgmental dental hygienists and
blocking the office door with my sweater basket.
Do you use writing or reading to deal with life? What are your favorite literary escapes?
3 comments:
Time for you to book a room at a nearby hotel, put up the Do Not Disturb sign, and start writing.
Yes please!
Love it, love it, love it!
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