Action has been somewhat slow on this blog lately, and with good reason. My baby boy had been caught a little cold, as have his parents. A healthy baby is brutal enough, but a sick baby is the cherry on top. Man I wish I cherished my sleep more in the past!
On top of that, I have commenced a full-time job at a place where I can write and edit for a living. It’s mainly newsy, journalistic stuff, but it’s better than nothing. I’m grateful for the opportunity to learn as much as I can and hone my skills, which need a lot of honing. It doesn’t pay nearly as well, but on the bright side, it’s soooo cruisy compared to being a lawyer. I finally feel like I belong, doing stuff I believe in and that I am comfortable with, without feeling totally stressed out all the time and like a fraud who has no idea what’s going. And the best part is that I can leave work at 6pm, not 6am, meaning I can get home in time for dinner with the family and spend time with my wife and son. That would never have been possible before.
I’m not quite sure what this means for the future of this blog, which still has at least 2 dozen posts waiting in the wings for me to write. I started this blog as a hobby and it will remain so, but finding time to write posts is going to be difficult. Time is a premium commodity these days, and even finding time to read is difficult, let alone exercise or play video games. And what about my novels, the novels I so desperately want to finish (especially my fantasy novel, which has garnered renewed interest after I recently watched the first season of Game of Thrones — I also need to read all those books, by the way)? Your guess is as good as mine.
Seriously, I don’t know how people with kids do the things they do. How and where they find the time to go to the gym, catch up with friends, see a movie, write bestselling novels, change the freaking world. I’m sure it gets easier as the kids get older but seriously, there are so many other excuses to prevent you from doing what you need to do! You can count me in as someone in awe of anyone who can finish writing a book with young children in the house.
I remember reading somewhere that John Grisham used to get to work (at his law firm) an hour before everyone else and write at least a page on a yellow note pad. Every day. In a year or two, he had A Time to Kill. I also remember reading that Dan Brown would get up at 4am every day to write. Are these people even human? I mean, come on. Don’t these robots need sleep?
The good news for me is that my new job is a get-your-work-done-and-you-can-do-whatever-you-want kind of place. I’m still as slow as a snail’s turd at the moment, but if I can train myself to be an article generating machine, then chances are I’ll have some time during the work day to pump out a couple of posts or even work on the novel. In the meantime, however, I still have a bunch of freelance editing work holding up my “free” time, so it might be a little while longer before I can get into the groove.
That’s all I’ve got time for now. As a butt-groping former governer once said, I’ll be back.