My oh my, God works in funny, mind-blowing ways, doesn’t He? Remember long ago, distant, Day 29? You know…when I had no motivation to write? Well, that feels like a lifetime ago. Day 29? Why, I was only a child! Ha! Ha, ha!
This morning, prior to church, I pulled out my 4,800 word beginning to my sequel to Middle Ground. I didn’t actually write any more of it this morning, but I was interested enough to pull it out. For the first time in a couple of months. And then, this morning during the first service at church, while a group of kids I was overseeing watched Veggie Tales, I had to pull out a notebook and write down three new ideas I had. Three. They were coming so fast I knew I would forget them if I didn’t write them down right then. (Two important notes here. One: I love me some Veggie Tales, and this was a new one I hadn’t seen. So for me to pull myself away in order to jot down those ideas… Big stuff. Two: I wasn’t neglecting the kids. They were entirely engrossed in Bob and Larry at the time, and I was sitting between them and the door. Just in case you were wondering…)
Now, if you know me, you know that coming up with an idea is never really the difficult thing for me. I could tell you the idea for twenty different, unique, potentially bestselling novels right now. (And lest you think I am a bit too full of myself, know that I firmly believe the bestselling potential would be at its height if someone else wrote the books based on my ideas.) But I do actually feel like writing now. My husband declared that probably meant I would not have any time, or I would break a thumb, or only be able to see out of one eye. I can write with one thumb or one eye. It’s that time thing that I’m worried about…
It’s not that I don’t think I’ll have the time. I just can’t let the writing overtake me again. I mean, I want it to overtake me to a certain extent, but I can’t lose the God time. And yes, the writing can be God time. It was with Middle Ground. But that’s not what I mean. I also can’t lose the family time. I can’t get absorbed to the point that I am okay skipping dinner with my family, or stay up so late that I can’t get up early to spend time with God. I can’t let that happen. I have to find some balance.
Ah, balance. Balance isn’t something I have ever been very good at. I am a bit obsessive. (Those of you who know me are laughing at the understatement.) And when I am writing, and it is going well, I completely lose myself in it. And I have loved that in the past. That’s the sweet spot. That’s when being a writer is a joy, and feels like the only thing I could ever imagine doing with my life, for as long as I live.
I can’t let that happen. Ecclesiastes 3:22 says, “So I saw that there is nothing better for a person than to enjoy their work,” but of course Ecclesiastes 3:1 says, “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.” Enjoy the work, but don’t obsess. Enjoy the work, but only in its time. Enjoy the work, but during its season.
Oh, how I sometimes long for the good ol’ days of Day 29, when things were simple.