For the last few days, I’ve been sneaking around. Or at least I feel like it.
I have everything I need: iPhone, iPad, and a Mac laptop. Trading between them, I always have something to write on even when I’m supposed to do something else. Nothing can stop me from writing.
Writing isn’t something I can clock out of. There’s no specific time to sit down and write the perfect draft. It’s a process—a daily process—that spins around in my head all day long.
Sometimes inspiration comes when it’s past midnight and I should be sleeping. It sends me away to a new fantasy world after every good movie and book. It tells me ideas even when I’m supposed to be with family and friends. It’s not something I can control.
I’ll write small notes to save those interrupting ideas for another time. Those ideas aren’t my best after I find time to write them out though. I still have to dig deeper to maybe find the spark that I had hours, days, or even months before. But sometimes I have no choice, except wait until I can let the idea flow out.
I wish I could have an on and off button. The idea of being able to concentrate through everything is nice. I won’t have to jot down the thought down in a hurry before it flows away. The ideas all get stuffed in the same journal that I almost never go through either way.
I’ll have more time someday. When my writing becomes a full-time job, everything can flow out of me easier. There won’t be many life interruptions.
Perhaps, one day I’ll find a balance between the two.