Mom called today. As soon as I heard her voice practically sing "hello", I cringed in guilt. The guilt became even heavier as she continued to say, "I looked in my phone and realized the last time I spoke to you was on the 1st, so I thought I'd call and see how you were doing."
I used to be a master at juggling a zillion different obligations. Running my mommy group, being a mom, being a wife, being a good friend, calling my mom, sister, and gram, cleaning my house, grocery shopping and other errands, paying bills, balancing the check book, etc, etc, etc. Since I started writing? Let's just say, I am preoccupied. *grin* I know my writer friends understand.
Now I find myself thinking about my characters rather than calling my mother. I play in my made up world and forget about that load of wet laundry sitting in the washer. I sit before my computer, brainstorming how I can improve this or that scene, rather than getting out to meet my girlfriends for lunch. I don't intend to be like this, I just can't help myself.
I am consumed with a passion that I cannot believe I missed out on for so long.
The closer my very first WIP gets to being finished, the more I find myself focusing solely on it and blocking out any outside distractions. Thank goodness my beautiful 5 year old son is so incredibly intelligent. He knows to get my attention when I am writing, he must physically put his hands on my face and turn my head until I meet his eyes. *guilty cringe* I haven't lost all sense though. To control this obsessive tendency, I allow myself a strict 5 hour window of writing time during the day ending no later than 5pm. If I cheat and get up in the middle of the night to get in a few more hours, well everyone else is asleep and cannot see me, now can they. *yawn* *laughs*
I owe my husband a huge thank you for all of the support he gives me by keeping my son occupied, helping with the dishes, and listening to me go on and on about this or that aspect of my story. He is amazing and I thank God for that blue dress that caught his attention 6.5 years ago. I love you, babe.
Do you struggle with balancing your obsession with writing and your daily life? Is the obsession winning, or like me, have you managed to set and follow some rules to keep things balanced? I truly hope you have an amazing support system in your significant other, parents, and friends as I do. Mine laugh at me, roll their eyes, and continue to love me, despite my obsession.