My Writing Distractions
- Relationship
- School
- Life
- Intoxication
- Social Media
Relationship
Relationships take a lot of work. I’m not talking about family and friends although keeping these types of relationships steady are a bit of work in their own way. I’m referring to a committed, romantic relationship and mine is a bit difficult to hold onto while I work on my career to be a professional writer. I love my boyfriend. He is my everything and in him I finally found part of myself that I have been searching for since I became interested in the thought of marriage. However, I’ve been finding myself distracted from my work while trying to build my future family. On the days I have off, I would rather curl up under him and sleep for hours (or beat his ass in video games) than write. I tell myself constantly “shouldn’t you be writing”, but instead he lures me into his time with Tacos.
My love, if you’re reading this post, sorry to say, but you are one of my distractions.I don’t blame you for anything, though. Honestly it’s me. When you ask to hang out, I could say no, but you’re hard to resist. I wouldn’t trade our time, memories and moments of bonding for anything in the world. Your display of affection has taught me how to translate the emotions and sensuality of love into words I would have never thought I could muster up. In the past, I only wrote about damaged relationships before or after the process, but now I am interested in writing romances with your likeness.
School
I have a love/hate kinship with education. Part of me is pissed I didn’t get into it while I was younger, yet the other side of me is grateful I am taking the opportunity now rather than later. I am going to school to become an English teacher and I want to master the knowledge of language, but damn…I had no idea it would take up majority of my time. I’m going to school ONLINE, so I’m pretty much teaching myself with a small amount of assistance from my school. I devote around ten to fifteen hours of the week to study and do homework. As for the remainder of my weeks time, look a little further into the post.
Life
Life. It’s a word I will never understand and probably wont until the day I am six feet under. Or when I face my make
r and he shows me everything I could have taken or done while I had breath in my lungs and a beating heart. I try so hard to live my life to the fullest. This is could be anything from traveling, spending more time with my loved ones, taking better care of myself, working to pay bills, or just simply relaxing. I don’t consider writing to be work since it is something I do enjoy, but as I sit here still with life in my body, I wonder when will life stop so I could take a moment and do something I actually enjoy. Not just something I need to do to survive or keep myself from having a conniption. Maybe this type of a distraction is too hard to describe why it pulls me away from writing. Or maybe I’m thinking of it wrong. When I was a child, I had no life. I only went to school and when I returned, I locked myself in my bedroom and wrote for hours.
Now, I have a life. I have responsibilities that cant be left out of my thoughts. I know my emotions better and I have to keep them in check on my own as much as I cry to take frustration away. I’m getting older, therefore I have to spend longer hours resting or at the gym. So where does my writing come into my life? When I feel depleted. When no one talks to me and I am depressed. When something is happening in the world that I could turn into a short story. These are all good reasons to write, but with life constantly screaming from the back of my mind, my time to pause and just write seems to have gotten shorter. Maybe in Heaven, God will give me a typewriter, a set of headphones playing my favorite songs and eternity. For now, I’m trying to use day’s off from work to write more with appreciation for being alive to share a story.
Intoxication
I love being on another level with the help of recreational drugs. It makes the true me come out. Before I was drinking or smoking because it helped me get over scenes I am too coy to write about, however with life taking over majority of my thought process, I get intoxicated to escape life. This is a habit that is highly distracting. There are times, I attempt to write while I’m drunk or high, but then I stop due to exhaustion or fear I am going to damage my own computer out of frustration. Thank goodness with a new job I am taking myself away from drugs and alcohol because it’s better to write with a clear mind than a clouded imagination. And I don’t want to get in trouble at work.
Social Media
If I could go back in time and walk through the halls of high school, I would hug every person I see everyday on social media. I miss my peers and I am genuinely interested in their lives. Hel
l, I use some of the likeness of my friends in my characters. I spend so much time on social media wondering what you guys are up to that I forget to spend time with my characters. I am happy to live in a time where we are connected virtually, but I am slipping away from my imagination due to this distraction. Now that I am aware of my heavy usage online, I disconnect for about a month or two just to bring myself back to my world.
So, what are your distractions? What’s keeping you from writing. Comment below. I’m always here to respond.
