Ah! I’ve hit that lovely place that every writer knows and dreads: that place where I just don’t want to write.
It’s not for lack of time. Lately I’ve had a couple hours every evening (apart from Karate nights) where I’m all caught up on Facebook and have some enviable free time.
It’s not for lack of projects either (there’s so many kicking around!). But once I open a file and try to start working on it I’m like a nine year old picking at their overcooked green beans. I just don’t wanna!
Still, writing needs to happen so why not a blog post about why I don’t want to write right now?
I honestly think it's because my not-free moments are chocked-full of intensity. I mentioned Karate and that certainly is a biggie presently. I’m testing for my next rank on the 27th. This is after only being back to class for three months after taking nearly a three-year hiatus (shortly after receiving my current rank). I’ve been bustin’ my ass every Tuesday and Thursday in class as well as any Sunday I’m available for private tutoring getting to a point where I might juuuuust squeak by on this test next week.
Why even go through all that effort then?
Because my Sensei asked me to and if he thinks I can do it then I’m going to do my best to do it!
Plus it’s a hell of a lot of fun. I enjoy challenging my limits (examples of which could easily take up a five-part blog series no doubt! <- which I don’t want to write btw. lol).
The cherry on top of this flaming pile of “Why?” is that all this hard work has a foreseeable end point: that test next Tuesday. This means there’s a clearly defined finish line to shoot for.
If I pass, I’ll have my third degree brown belt (yeah!)
If I don’t pass, I’ll have the summer to brush up on my skills some more and try again sometime next school year (these classes are tied in with the local school district – they even take place in the school gym – and are only in session during the school year).
On top of obsessing over Karate, my business partner and I are ramping up our small crafting business. We got our DBA last Friday and are working on getting our Tax ID Number so we can open a joint business account, wave around a Tax Exempt form when buying supplies, and attend larger craft shows and conventions without being harassed as to whether or not we’re properly collecting and reporting sales tax.
Of course with taking our business to the next level it means we need more inventory, so we’ve been signing up for beading classes and making so many pretties to sell. It’s certainly raising interest in those around us, and hopefully the floodgates will soon open and we’ll be busy selling things!
Let’s not stop there though!
Said business partner is also helping me plan my wedding which will be happening in the fall. Fortunately everything is still on target in the planning department, but there’s a lot of ducks to keep lined up and a lot of money will being getting thrown around soon.
Speaking of money, I’m also trying to find a different job! Not that I don’t like my current employment – I couldn’t ask for a better place to work. The vector work I do is most satisfying and I never tire of it. I’m good at it; I’m always improving at it and I’m appreciated.
I’m also making entry-level pay. For someone whose been in their field for over ten years, who owns a house and will need to replace their car within the next year or two, this is not a good arrangement.
I could make more money as a desk receptionist somewhere (which is what I’m applying for honestly as I can’t seem to find decent-paying work in my field). Of course I’m trying to get a receptionist position at a medical office as I’d like to go to nursing school at some point and such a job would (in theory) help move me in that direction.
So yeah. I’m busy.
Though these lovely couple hours at the end of the day really should be devoted to any one of my many writing endeavors, once I close Facebook and stare at attempt number five at the start of my novel, or edits to my Tree Mage story, or yet another week of Prompted on TispyLit, I’m that kid picking at their soggy vegetables.
Can’t I work on something else? I whine inside.
Yes, you just did!