Writing for Your Life

I am working like a madwoman.  My day job has become a night-and-day job, and though I love it, I’m exhausted.  I told myself this would be temporary, this crazy schedule — that it was necessary to build my business and cast my net wide to connect with innovative people, but I am running out of juice.

My biggest problem isn’t the fatigue, though.  The biggest problem is that I’m not writing.  The effects of this lifestyle are varied and painful.  I need to get back into therapy soon, if I don’t start integrating regular writing practice into my day.  No time to process, no time to transcribe the voices and conversations in my head.  I’m losing observed moments to time and yesterday.  The cat places her paw gently on my wrist and I feel the pressure of her concern.  Thankfully, that’s recorded now.  Countless other moments have slipped away. 

It’s a bit of a fib to say I’m not writing, though.  I’m writing lots of emails, wiki entries, project management guides, and curriculum materials. I’m also writing loads of cryptic little notes to myself which remind me of the notes I wrote on cocktail napkins back when I was drinking.  Notes that say things like “multiple measures” instead of “raven’s wing” and mean as much the next day.

Speaking of sobriety, my productivity is through the roof right now — I only wish it was peaking in terms of a different kind of creativity.  I have a story that’s on my brain though, which is promising, especially as I do not typically write fiction.  I need to read a little Calvino, perhaps.  Maybe visit Kundera again, as the Velvet Revolution is also on my brain since Havel’s recent death.  I can’t seem to shake it.

This could be a start, this ten minutes here.  Reminiscent of Natalie Goldberg’s advice about taking “X” topic/subject/image and then “ten minutes — GO.”  This could be a good way to end the work day, even if the work day ends after one a.m. and begins again only a few hours from now.  I’ll let myself think about tomorrow’s topic during a snack or shower tomorrow.  If I can manage to squeeze in a shower.