My writing session is my favorite time of the day. I've always leaned toward being a solitary and independent soul and writing suits solitude.
Writing time is more than a time. It's a place. My imagination is a place where I can strip naked and dance with the wind and rain if I want. No one is after me with reminders about matters that must be attended or deadlines coming up. It's just me and the words.
The worst parts of the writing day are the bookends - starting and stopping. Starting isn't hard, but I'm impatient with excitement to sit down and re-engage in the stories. Stopping, the other end of the process, is hard because I don't want to stop.
This is where reality shoves its nose in. First, my ass is usually numb from sitting after a few hours of being in the writing seat. But other commitments issue their mating calls, little things like work, my wife, socializing, tending my fur friends, and household chores. More mundane tasks like eating, sleeping and exercising, also demand my attention and energy.
That's why my wife and I often end up in conflict. She says when I 'retire' from my current employee, we'll be free to travel and 'have fun'. She doesn't understand how much fun and satisfaction I achieve from my writing periods.
She tries indulging me, the poor soul. She seeks understanding but she is a person who prefers planning outings with friends or having people over to sit and chat instead of sitting in silent attention to a line or word. When she must write something for one of her social causes, she always seeks me out. "Help me write this. Tell me what you think."
The difference has always existed and probably always will. Non-writers have trouble grasping what motivates writers. I have difficulty grasping their difficulty. It's not hard to understand. Words flow through my head and they need an outlet. I enjoy presenting them with the outlet.
What is so hard about that?
So a peace, delicate as a buttefly perched on a blade waving in the wind, hangs on in our home. "What are you going to do with your time off?" my wife asks. "Do you have any plans?"
I laugh. "I'm going to write."
Expression impassive, she nods, feigning acceptance and understanding.
Frosty détente is achieved again.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com