I have many distractions to keep me from writing and rewriting. My daughter advises me that there’s no hurry to finish my third book. But I feel uneasy when I let too much time go by before I tackle the rewrite of which I’m in the middle. A rewrite I might add that is inspired by a beta read by my daughter who, although, not trained as a copy editor, could be. She has amazing instincts and a great eye for mistakes. I also stress about the time it’s taking me to finish my audible book. What’s the rush? Well…honestly, I don’t really know. Am I worried, that I won’t finish before I die? That seems silly, but there’s an aspect of that. Lately, there have been quite a few celebrities around my age that have succumbed to illness, or sudden heart attacks. I also feel antsy because I love this new work and keep anticipating that this book might garner the success that I so want to achieve. I know that’s foolish because chances are it won’t happen. But I want to feel that success, feel the satisfaction of finding an audience at last. Also, my audible book has been a giant project and must pass a vetting process with the company before it goes on sale. Will all my effort be for naught, if they refuse it? However, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the process. Got a kick out of reading the book again.
But there are distractions to getting my work done. The distractions of life. Spending ten days in LA visiting my granddaughter, my son, and his fabulous wife. Going with them to the American Girl Doll store for lunch with Ava’s doll (LOL), going to Disneyland, and Catalina. It was a wonderful ten days. My sweet, precious granddaughter was a joy to be with.
There are weekends at our lake house where my iPad is the only writing tool and I can’t produce my audible book there. The lake is a comfort to the eyes and to the soul. I love the lake. Or spending the day with my husband, going on vacations with him to fun and exotic locales. All the tv shows that I’m hooked on and thoroughly enjoy.
The distractions of life are many. The distractions of life are really…life. My life. My projects are actually the distraction. Because when all is said and done, it’s about the everyday doing, the everyday connections, the everyday living that makes up the journey of life. The sum total of those moments has made my life rich. Writing is only a part of that, a distraction to that. My daughter is so wise. What’s the rush? What’s the hurry? Enjoy life. Live a fulfilling life because making memories is all we truly have.
Thought for the day: Be grateful for the cherished moments that define your life’s pathway.
