Today I’m talking a little bit more about the writing life than I am about the manuscript I’m working on.
Robert Benson writes in Dancing on the Head of a Pen, "The real lives of the crowd of people to whom I have been given and who have been given to me represent the real lives of the people for whom I write. To forget about them may well mean I miss the point altogether."
Today I'm thinking about how writing fits into (and sometimes collides with) the other parts of my life. Am I approaching writing with the correct mindset, with one of grace and openness and the awareness of everyone else in my life? Or am I so focused on my writing that it causes tension to erupt in other areas of my life?
Seems to be the latter a little more than the former, these days. Something for me to ponder.