Such radical action makes the indulgent writer unpopular with family and friends and is not something that I could commit to; but it does highlight an immediate issue for those of us who choose to write.
This morning I was alone in the house. Vicki is working in a school today and I have a preparation day before the working week unfolds. As I ate my breakfast the six shirts I ironed last night stared back at me, still draped around chairs. Their immediate presence made me feel as if I was being watched. A load of washing needed doing and the bed needed making, and all the time I was doing these tasks I kept thinking about the writing and planning I needed to do as well. I took Boo for her morning walk, then swept the floor.
I had cleared the decks. Time for writing! Don’t get me wrong sometimes I give in and the writing goes first. It absorbs a large chunk of the day. Then, I rush madly about to get the housework done before my dear wife returns, tired at the working day’s end. Cup of tea, Sweetie? I ask breathlessly.
I am also on cooking duties tonight, so some thinking and planning needs to go into that. The dreaded supermarket might have to be factored in. Such days present temptations, but they also present realities. Afterall, it’s a balancing act between indulging a passion and being a contributor in the immediate life of your family. I am a member of more than one team. Right now, I am in the cave, writing. I will devote myself to this until the washing machine cycle ends and the clothes demand to be spread out on the line. They want to make the most of today’s glorious sunshine. It’s tough having two masters. I’m sorry
I just can't do it... Carmel