I celebrated the launch of a second print book (a co-authored work-for-hire piece) after releasing a self-published Untrained Housewife Guide to Getting Prepared earlier in the year and Backyard Farming last December. Three books since Vivian was born 20 months ago. That’s a lot.
A friend made a joking comment mentioning how she didn’t know where I found the time – she barely got a chance to shower every day. And I jokingly said that I didn’t shower every day but I DID write every day.
And that was the end of the exchange but I thought about it a lot after that little Facebook quip. It’s actually true.
There are two kinds of writers. There are someday writers who say they want to write but their level of excuse-making is higher than their resolve or desire to be a writer. Then there are the writers. The writers who write.
Writers who give up showering time to put pen to paper. Writers who buy steno pads in bulk at Sam’s Club so they always have one handy whenever one is needed. Writers who feed their creative souls so their muse has something to say. Writers who write even on the days when she’s silent and the feel like babbling idiots.
I’m not a professional shower-taker. I’m a professional writer. So hell or high-water I write.