My husband asked me recently if I was still writing. The first thought was, why was he asking? But it was the right time for him to ask.
Due to a new project, I was working it consumed me for at least a month. By the time I stopped working on it, my hands, elbows, arms, and shoulders were hurting, and to do any writing was not happening.
I hadn’t realized how long it had been since I picked up a WIP to work on. That did sadden me, for as I wrote in my last posting, I get an inner joy that I have problems explaining to someone who isn’t a writer.
I have three WIPs that are in various stages of being finished. I have notes to write volume five of my Jasper, Amazon parrot series with to the third volume of my Squirrel Mafia series.
I intend on pulling them out, deciding which one to work on, and place it on my desk so it can stare at me daily.
It didn’t help that when I asked hubby why he asked, he wanted to be sure I hadn’t put it by the waste side.
Life happens. Time flies so fast, especially as we grow older, that if he hadn’t brought it up, I wonder how long before I would have done so.
Sometimes, a gentle push is what we need to start on a project. Sometimes it is a kick in the butt as a reminder we need to move forward, regardless of how small, on something that makes us happy. For me, one of those things is writing.
Sharon C. Williams-Author 