Finally, finally, managed to look at my own writing this afternoon. I’ve been so busy doing other ‘stuff’ for the things I’m involved with, I got cut off from it again. Not good – it’s what I thrive on. Simply looking through my chapters and making a few notes on additions and structural changes that need to be made, I felt better. Still tired, but better.
And I’ve realised I don’t care what gets published and what doesn’t. I don’t care if any of it is a success. Not deep down. Because I love the process of shaping and creating words.
I need to learn to draw a line – despite all the other chores and jobs and commitments, despite all the things people are asking of me. I need to draw a line and say – not now. If something else doesn’t get done to perfection – no matter. I cannot do everything. I must reserve some energy for the really important – the things I believe God has whispered to my heart. The things I really want to do well.
I say again: I need to draw a line and say – not now.
For now, I write.