Tanara McCauley

Culturally Imagined Stories

Falling Off the Writing Wagon


wagon wheel

“Find a job you love, and you’ll never work a day in your life.” ~ Confucious

Quite an inspiring declaration. Too bad “inspiring” is not synonymous with “truth.”

I love to write. The process of weeding out an idea, then turning that idea into hundreds of pages, is beyond rewarding.

But make no mistake about it. It’s work. And writing is never harder than when there’s a break in the process.

Circumstances in the past couple of weeks have pulled me away from a consistent writing schedule. And while much of it was beyond my control, I still fretted daily in the back of my mind: “You need to write. You need to write.”

Now that I’m free to get back to my current work in progress, the chasm between what needs to be done and what I think I can do seems to have widened a mile per day spent not writing. I agonize over closing the gap.

Getting back into a rhythm will be a grueling process; a mental strain akin to standing up, dusting off, and limping to catch a wagon that I fell from, before it picks up speed and barrels down the trail without me. The prospect of giving up becomes as tempting as a cold drink in a dry desert.

All the more reason to push through.

Writing is a part of me. I do it because I love it, but it’ll always be work. Whoever coined the phrase “labor of love,” knew what they were talking about.

Now I’ve got a wagon to catch.

Your turn: Do you love what you do? Has it ever been hard for you, despite how much you enjoy it?


2 responses to “Falling Off the Writing Wagon”

  1. I sympathise with this, Tanara, because I feel the same whenever I have more than a day or two off! Part of it is a ‘guilt’ thing’. But I try (sometimes fail!) to remember that you have to feed your own happiness and your own soul in order to give the best of yourself. Don’t beat yourself up, the wagon will be waiting for you! 🙂

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    • Thanks, Jo! I get anxiety when my writing gets interrupted because I know how hard it is for me to get back into a groove. I don’t mind planned days off, but the unplanned ones throw me. You’re right, though, the guilt does nothing to help the situation, and the wagon is always–if not waiting–at least close enough to catch :-).

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