Online literary guru Nathan Bransford posted a blog a few weeks back about the struggle to find balance between writing and living your life. You can find the blog here.
I appreciated Nathan's blog because I felt like I was doing something wrong. I couldn't find my balance.
I'm faced with a looming NaNoWriMo print deadline and a wip that is nowhere close to being ready. I have sections of writing to read from my crit group, a dog who needs my attention, Yankee baseball games to listen to, friends to see, sleep to catch, and a full time job.
And oh yeah... there's that little issue of the half marathon in less than six weeks that I'm not quite ready for.
I feel guilty when I choose writing over running, especially as spring approaches.
I feel guilty when I choose running over writing because it leaves me so physically and mentally tired that I don't want to write for the rest of the day
I fear the only option left is one that's going to kill me: I need to wake up earlier.
Just typing it hurts.
The funny part to all of this is that my life isn't really that busy! I'm not a mom. My job doesn't demand that I bring work home with me. My friends are all terribly understanding of both my writing and running obligations. But I can't seem to get my act together lately.
I'm going to blame the arrival of spring until an otherwise suitable scapegoat comes to mind because I refuse to believe waking earlier will somehow whip my book--or my butt--into shape.