There are a lot of things on my to-do list for tomorrow. Emails and articles, a newsletter, homework ….
I am distracted. By you.
When something is bothering me, I write about it. I can’t help it. So I am sitting here, frustrated, writing about being distracted. Because distractions can be ignored and they can be overcome, but you don’t always want to ignore or over come them, because sometimes distractions are more fun than work.
I’m thinking too much.
Thinking about sleep, about Marvel movies, about stress and love and joy, about how far behind I am on my reading goal for the year and how much more time I wish I had to spend with family and friends doing nothing because we’re allowed.
And how much more time I wish I had to write.
Because many – MANY – people out there struggle to figure out what they are going to write, and instead, I struggle figuring out how to find time to write all the things that my brain comes up with on a daily basis, and I am worn out, and I am afraid that I have not had enough time to recover.
I do not trust myself. But what choice do I have?
Yet I want nothing more right now than to go to sleep. To dream. To not have to think about any of my responsibilities. Yet I yearn to write, as if I’ve gone without it for days and need it for sustenance.
I don’t ask for much. Not from myself. Not from others. I very rarely make deals with my demons, but I’m making an exception just this once.
So I only want to ask you for one thing. Just one thing, and I’ll let you roam around my brain for just one more night.
Let me live my life and enjoy the little things and never ever forget (again) to take time just for me. But please, also let me get some writing done tomorrow, because I miss it. I won’t miss you.
Meg is the creator of Novelty Revisions, dedicated to helping writers put their ideas into words. She is a freelance writer and an eight-time NaNoWriMo winner with work published in Teen Ink, Success Story, Lifehack and USA TODAY College. Follow Meg on Twitter for tweets about writing, food and nerdy things.
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