A little over six months ago, I wrote my first post on this blog about life and writing - how if I wasn't writing I didn't feel like I was living my life. And I still feel that way (whew! Glad to know all the work over the last half a year wasn't in vain, right?).
However, I have found that the hardest part about writing is life. Keeping everything in perspective and meshing and just getting along as good things should is kicking my butt right now. I have struggled the last two weeks to do anything but keep moving and writing has taken the brunt of that blow. It saddens me and makes me sick and I keep trying to justify that some of the things were worth the lack of writing (youngest child's birthday), but some of them are things I don't really want to be doing in the first place but are work responsibilities and I have ended nearly every day the last two weeks exhausted to the point of practically crawling into bed, not a coherent thought to be found.
I know what needs to be done now - the fact that I have Gene Autry's Back in the Saddle Again playing on repeat through my head might be a good hint - but I have been surprisingly frustrated at how this has affected me. And I have had a job and husband and kids long enough to know this will not be my last battle of the wits between life and writing. So, if you are willing, we are entering the participation point of the post.
What do you do to keep the passion and drive from writing when life is trying to navigate elsewhere? How do you keep out of the "pits of despair" when life and writing are in need of some marriage counseling?