by Marsha Ward
My life is still stuffed so full of tasks, duties, chores, and volunteer work, that it's very hard for me to actually get to the most important thing to me: writing. However, when I have the opportunity to attend my local writing group or an ANWA chapter meeting, I get energized, and I shove everything else to one side so I can write.
It's too bad that I don't get to write more frequently, because writing is vital for me. It makes me feel alive. It gets my heart pumping and the sludge moving out of my veins. It invigorates me. I need more.
Taking time out to write does nothing to get me up to date on things I'm supposed to be doing in other areas of my life, but I need to write, so some things just might not get done in a timely manner anymore.
It's like I live with a good angel and a bad angel on my shoulders. One reminds me of duty. The other urges me to skip out and write.