When I’m tired, I remember that mother rabbits can absorb their litters back into their bodies when the environment can’t support new life. When I’m stressed, I remember that when a civilization is struggling to survive, some of the first things to disappear are the arts and creative programs. (Sound familiar?)
So I cut myself some slack in my writing life when I’m fully occupied with taking care of the day-to-day. Because without clean laundry, food and utilities (and wifi), writing doesn’t happen.
The time and intellectual demands of a full-time tech writing job I started in late January are pretty taxing, even though the job itself is going fine. I’m still challenged to find the right balance between work and play. I know it’s not impossible, just tricky.
All of this is the long way of saying I haven’t had time to devote to creative writing (or editing) in a while. The rigor and discipline of technical writing will benefit my creative efforts eventually. I’ll reestablish creative priorities, find focus again, even set some goals. In the near future — just not right now.