Yay! I know, I know, I know!
You’re holding your breath, waiting for me to reveal what it is.
Okay, so here goes. Are you ready? Are you sitting down? Or maybe you should stand up. Okay, yes, sorry! Here goes. I want to be…
Alright, so, yes, you’re completely shocked. Yes, I understand it was a little obvious. But you see, I lost sight of that for quite a while in my life and I want to make sure I never lose sight of it again. I tried to live my life as a Normal person, but alas, it wasn’t meant to be. I think that somewhere in my head, I would pursue the Normal path – get a Normal Job and somehow write on the side, in my spare time. Sounds great, doesn’t it? Work the job until masterpiece is finished. Have publishing houses clamour over manuscript. Watch royalties pour in. Quit Normal Job and voila! Writer.
The problem with that path, is that I never found the time to write because things like making lunches and dinners and homework and house cleaning and working late at the Normal Job and extra-curricular activities and charity work and demands of friends and demands of family and, and, and…
Life is what ends up happening and you never do get that book finished. Pretty soon you forget about it altogether. And just a little while after that, you forget writing ever existed in your life. It’s a time that I refer to as my Dark Ages.
Except, except, that my life is miserable without writing. The world needs shiny, sparkly, danger-filled, imaginative, spectacularly creative places for us to escape to. And I need to write about them. So now that I know that, I still have the Normal Job. But I make sure I make time for writing. Which means inevitably, something’s gotta give. My house is a disaster, I’m just warning you. I no longer do much picking up after the inhabitants of my household. And sometimes the guys don’t get fed. Luckily, the dog just needs a mug full ‘o kibble poured in her bowl and she is good to go. But they’re both big boys. They can fend for themselves. By all rights, they should be cooking me dinner. And sometimes, there’s not much in the fridge. But again, someone else really could do the grocery shopping, couldn’t they?
So, at this stage, I don’t feel at all guilty about abandoning them to write in my spare time. And by saying that, it totally means that I am. But if you want something to happen in this world, you have to make it a priority. And it doesn’t mean the boys aren’t a priority, but at forty-something and 18 years old, you’d think that they’d be able to look after themselves. Well, at least the 18 year old is a bit better than the forty-something year old. (I often say I have five kids – Son, Son’s best friend, the dog and The Husband counts as two. Believe me, there’s no exaggeration here.)
Since I’ve started writing again, I’ve been persistent in a way I never was in my younger years. I’ve already finished two movie scripts and now I’ve gone back to my comfort zone, my old stomping grounds of novel writing. I’ve started working on a series that I never, ever dreamed I’d end up writing, but I’m so excited by it. Namely, The Destined Revolutions series, the parent site to this blog.
So with all the chaos of Everyday Life, I thank God that I finally discovered what I want to be when I grow up. Because it gives me a little bit of sanity that was otherwise lacking from my life, but most of all – it makes me happy.