To Write or not to Write? That is the Question

As the Bard so excellently put it, That is the Question. Of course his question was a bit different, but you got the drift. Sometimes, I spend weeks and months without writing. Ideas swirl through my mind, characters talk to me, memories emerge, and yet I don’t make the time to sit down and write. Why is that? One reason ( and not the only one) is that life calls and its voice is loud and demanding. I cannot ignore it. Sometimes, my beloved dog, my border collie, Bianca, who sits at my feet and waits for hours until we decide to go out for our wonderful walks. Sometimes, my partner’s health makes its voice heard with doctors’ appointments and urgent tests. He needs support with his chronic disease. I’m there to give it to him. And then, there are my clients. I’m a hypnotherapist. My clients call me to schedule appointments. They need to stop smoking or to loose weight, or to manage anxiety and grief. I am also a Reiki healer. A different category of clients seek my help. I hear their voices, their pain and solitude. There you have it. Life never stops screaming at me. Not enough time to write? No, that’s not it. Despite all I said, time is not the real issue. Obviously, if I owned Downton Abbey and had a score of servants, my free time would be unlimited, but would I write in my free time, my unlimited free time? I doubt it. Writing feeds on life. Hearing life’s demanding voice enriches my consciousness. It does not deplete it. What is it then? Why am I such a discontinuous writer? The answer in the next installment.

To be continued.