{"id":7714,"date":"2013-02-11T11:00:02","date_gmt":"2013-02-11T17:00:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/?p=7714"},"modified":"2013-02-11T11:00:02","modified_gmt":"2013-02-11T17:00:02","slug":"escaping-to-write","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/?p=7714","title":{"rendered":"Escaping to Write"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I don\u2019t make time to write. I make time to run . . . away.<\/p>\n<p>Lately that\u2019s the only way I can get anything done.<\/p>\n<p>Like most of my still-waiting-to-become-career-novelist friends, every day is a balancing act between competing responsibilities. I work from home, I\u2019m the primary care giver for my two children, and I really want to make this literary thing happen. Each of these areas has its own agenda, and rarely do they work in concert.<\/p>\n<p>In the past, I\u2019ve done a decent job of compartmentalizing things. When the kids were home, I\u2019d focus on their needs. But when the munchkins were at school, I\u2019d divide my time between writing fiction, writing for work, and chores around the house. Lately, though, things have kind of fallen apart.<\/p>\n<p><!--more-->I\u2019m not sure what exactly has changed internally, but for whatever reason, I have had absolutely no discipline when it comes to dividing my time. And the thing that has suffered the most has been my writing.<\/p>\n<p>When I sit at the keyboard these days, I feel guilty for working on fiction. Instead, I think about the loads of laundry I could be doing or the boxes that still need unpacking after our relocation in August. I become very aware that I could be using that time to get ahead on my technical writing work, something that I actually get paid for as opposed to a preoccupation that, as of yet, has resulted in no tangible dividends.<\/p>\n<p>These kinds of thoughts stifle creativity, and they send me fleeing my writing desk.<\/p>\n<p>(As I write this, it occurs to me that I might have a clue as to what\u2019s going on. Near the end of last year, I completed a novel that I\u2019d spent a very long time writing. Now I\u2019m working on new material, and it\u2019s in that early, nebulous stage where I\u2019m not entirely sure what I\u2019m trying to say or where it\u2019s going. It\u2019s awkward and uncomfortable, and nobody likes to struggle. So I guess the truth is I\u2019m avoiding the new stuff.)<\/p>\n<p>Despite these recent setbacks, I have found a workaround. I leave the house.<\/p>\n<p>If I\u2019m not within walking distance of other things that need doing, my mind apparently thinks it\u2019s okay to play. So I\u2019ve been haunting local libraries and pastry-type places and the school halls outside my son\u2019s evening drama class. Most any place will do so long as it\u2019s away from home and doesn\u2019t offer a free Wi-Fi connection. (Because email, Facebook, and Twitter are basically the devil when you\u2019re trying to get anything done.)<\/p>\n<p>So far it\u2019s working. Words are actually appearing on the page, even though the efforts are still anemic and halting at this point. I haven\u2019t entirely worked out the new novel\u2019s plot yet, but I think that\u2019ll come. Eventually I\u2019ll get enough pages down, and I\u2019ll be able to see an outline of the whole thing. Then I can throw out everything I\u2019ve written so far and start over and write through to the end.<\/p>\n<p>(The process giveth and the process taketh away. And then hopefully it giveth again.)<\/p>\n<p>But until that happens, I will continue to run away from the house. I will escape the guilt that keeps me bound up. I have writing to do, and no amount of clean laundry will help me hammer out this plot.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I don\u2019t make time to write. I make time to run . . . away. Lately that\u2019s the only way I can get anything done. Like most of my still-waiting-to-become-career-novelist friends, every day is a balancing act between competing responsibilities. I work from home, I\u2019m the primary care giver for my two children, and I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":10,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[160,398,479,962,1166],"class_list":["post-7714","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-writers-life","tag-change-of-venue","tag-fear","tag-guilt","tag-running-away","tag-time-management"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7714","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/10"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7714"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7714\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7714"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7714"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7714"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}