of time…. I don’t have it today for writing. If I consider writing a luxury, which I do a little but also know myself well enough to understand it’s also a necessity. I could get all caught up in the swirly of being lucky to have writing time at all but to go down that road fully is a fool’s errand. What I know is this: Spooling out my thoughts in any form of storytelling or observation is as important to me as breathing. The amount of time I have to do that is currently finite but rethinking what it means to spend time unpacking words is also ever-morphing. Rather than hold on too tightly to how many hours (minutes? seconds?) I might need to create something/anything challenges me to work with what I have and not get mad because I currently do not have what has previously been available. (And no time to edit/revise as indicated by that way-too-wordy sentence above.)

A current comment around this conundrum (if I want to call it that) when I talk about my sadness of feeling the thread of my fictional worlds slipping away is “It’ll be there on the other side when you do have the time.” That may be true, yes. Although currently I don’t feel it quite that way so rather than agitate on the lack of it (time, world & character building), I’m thinking to focus on using what I’ve got. And when there isn’t any “got” time, think, daydream, stare out the window and just have it. I’m not saying I won’t probably get pouty about it. But I’ll no doubt find something in it.

So today, no luxury of poring over the words I love to write in this space on a Saturday. Yet, look, I wrote some words and said some things and feel so much better for it. Thanks for being here!