So, I write! You?

I don't know about you, but most of my blog posts come to me when I am not in front of the computer.  Mine come to me in random little bubbles throughout the day.  Certain ideas, stories, bits and pieces float in and out, flirting with me basically driving me crazy.

Because when I have the time to sit in front of the computer, all of those random ideas and thoughts that danced around me in all their "perfect blog post" glory - are gone.

Now, before you ask, Yes, I have a tried a few different things.  I carried a notebook and tried to write down stuff as it came to me.  I used my notepad on my cell phone when I couldn't find my paper notebook.  I would leave myself voice mails, I would even write things down on the back of a gum wrapper if I had to.

But do you know how hard it is to find a Gum wrapper when you own a 5 and 6 year old?

It is next to impossible.

So I turn to self deprecating...  It goes something like this.  "What is Wrong with ME??  Why don't I have I one of those photographic memories? Why can't all my creativity happen all at once? Why does it take me weeks to get a blog post perfect? Why do I have more blog "drafts" instead of actual posts, and speaking of posts where are all the comments?  Doesn't anyone Like ME? I wish I was better at this!  I wish I had more time in the day! I wish... I wish.... I wish... upon a star..

Sorry....Tangent....

I have a point- bare with me.

A while ago, during the famous self deprecation, I decided to add salt to the wound and spend hours Blog Stalking. This was extra fun considering I was also PMSing and every blog I turned to was cute, whimsical, sassy, funny, original and well PERFECT. 

Yet, one did stand out. A blog from a self proclaimed writer such as myself (I can't remember who to save my life adding memory loss to my other list of self complaints). Anyways this person compared being a "writer" to being a surgeon.  I thought this was a bit much at first, I mean a surgeon?  Really?  But as I read though the notion it became clear that this was a brilliant comparison.    

She said that as a surgeon you start with a procedure (lets say something simple like a gall bladder).  So you open up the patient and take out the gall bladder (first draft).  Then you close the incision, sew it up and apply a bandage (second draft).  The patient gets wheeled to the recovery room where follow up with antibiotics and surgical aftercare (third and fourth draft).  Then uh oh, the very next day an infection happens (the fifth draft and usually the draft of death that will either make you quit or somehow keep you going.)  But because you are a doctor (writer) you keep going because the patient’s life is at stake.  And so is yours because when you are a writer you don't have a choice. 

And so my point is this.  You do what you love because you don't have a choice.  

I love to write, I live to write, I have no choice BUT to write.

So I write.   The surgeon operates, and the singer sings, the crafter crafts and the musician plays.

And sacrifices get made, Lot's of them.

In fact here are a few of my favorites....

My horrificly messy and unorganized desk

On most days this is my lunch.

What the heck is this?

And for God's Sake this guy is still hangs by my front door.

Any of these look familiar? 

Thank goodness I have one of the most patient, understanding, and amazing husband in the world.  He supports me and my writing dream so I have that going for me.  I also have four hours a day for three days where I am kid free.  I have that going for me too.  I own a computer and a laptop and have an account with Goggle.

In fact what the heck is my problem?   What do I do when writers block plagues me? When a blog post comes to me in the shower, and I can't get to my laptop fast enough.  When days go by without new content on my blog, when the boys say to me, "Mommy, are you done on the computer yet?"

How does one balance all of this and still stay true to their passions?

I would love your input because I still have no bloody idea.

All I know is I write. 

Because I have no choice.

How about you?