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 through them, I always have something to write on even when I’m supposed to be doing 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 claws at me when it’s past midnight and I probably should be going to bed. It sends me away to a new fantasy world after every good movie and book. It can send me away 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 the 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, but to 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 in a hurry before it flows away from me. They all get stuffed in the same journal that I almost never go through either way.
Eventually, I’ll have more time. When my writing becomes a full-time job, everything can flow out of me easier. There won’t be many interruptions of life.
But the interruptions of life make the fresh creative thoughts. Without them, my stick will burn out.
Perhaps, one day I can find a balance between the two.