*This post should have been up two hours ago, but alas I only saved it in drafts and forgot to schedule it.*
Have you ever been so happy that the rest of the world slipped away and nothing seemed more important than the focus of your joy?
If you said no, I pray you experience such bliss someday.
Since the arrival of my son, he has been my primary focus. His smile, his laughter, seeing him crawl (well, it’s more of an Army low crawl on his belly), watching him learn and discover the world, is truly the most amazing thing.
He only naps for 2-3 hours during the day. Three is if I’m lucky. So for eleven hours between dawn and dusk he is my greatest distraction, my ultimate pleasure. Writing has been nearly impossible.
Promoting Kindred of the Fallen and doing some guest blogs hasn’t been easy, but it required different muscles in the brain, so to speak. The creative mojo I use to immerse me in the world of my characters and leave this one behind is blocked.
Perhaps subconsciously my true difficulty is leaving my son behind, even in my imagination.
It would appear that I’m in need of a little emotional Drano to clear out my creative pipes so I can finish Kindred book 3. But to be honest, I know these moments I have with my son are precious and fleeting. All too soon he’ll prefer to hang out with friends than with me or he’ll be off at school where I can’t kiss him and hug him as much as I’d like.
He’s a dynamic little boy with a jovial personality. I’m fortunate I get to witness so much of his development that other parents are forced to miss by working outside of the home.
Of course I worry the longer I allow the clog to remain the bigger it will become and harder to remove, but being blocked by happiness can't be too bad.
What are your fears? Any current struggles? If your world is perfect, sharing can be inspirational.
Thanks to Alex for another installment of IWSG.