When you’re a writer, there are really only 2 states of existence.
Writing & Not Writing.
There is no other state of being beyond these two.
The ideal state to be in, of course, is WRITING. This is the bliss, the joy, the goal. Always, you are scheming in the back of your mind: when will I be writing? Maybe after lunch I will be writing? Maybe when the kids are asleep I will be writing? Maybe before I go to my day job I will be writing?
And Heaven Help You if you have spare time, and you are NOT WRITING…
“OMG, why am I watching TV? I should be WRITING!”
For when you are WRITING, you are assuaged. Even if all you are writing is crap, at least you can say: Thank god I’m doing it! I’m WRITING!
It’s the elemental teeter-totter, the unyielding ying/yang tidal pull of deciding to call yourself ‘A WRITER’.
It’s always there, in the back of your mind or at the fore, when you’re shopping or cooking dinner or talking on the phone or at work or walking the dog or skiing or at the computer or whatever. You are always thinking about where you are in that WRITING/NOT WRITING continuum, this eternal push-pull–
Such is the curse/blessing of choosing The Writing Life (or does it choose you?).
‘Curse’ because the demand to write never ceases; the muse is a constant nag.
‘Blessing’ because the joy of writing surpasses all the pain-in-the-butt-ness (for which we thank the muse, she/he deserves a big wet kiss and a box of bonbons…)
And never the 2 modes do we leave…
(I’ve never noticed a third state of existence. Have you?)