My oldest child and only daughter is getting married in 11 days. Emotionally I’m a wreck but that’s another post for another time. She and her future husband are expecting 170+ guests. I’m hot gluing ribbons and fusing my fingers together but somehow still finding time to write. Correction: I’m making time to write.
A writing mentor of mine recommended The War of Art by Steven Pressfield and I am loving it. He talks about “going pro” and overcoming resistance. It’s not just for writers but he singles us out because he’s one of the tribe. Every time I’ve tripped over spools of ivory tulle or shoveled seating charts off my desk, I’ve felt a sense of pride that I’m committed to making progress on my second draft.
To paraphrase author and poet, Marly Youmans, kids aren’t easy and they don’t need a writer in the house. I doubt my excited bride-to-be is concerned with my page or word count this week. She needs to know her mom is on-call with safety pins and handi-wipes.
Out-of-town guests begin arriving in a few days and we have flowers to plant, carpets to vacuum and final counts to get to the caterer. Then, it’s on to manicures, hair, make-up, etc. I may decide to take the week of the wedding off from my novel. Most professionals have at least one week a year when they don’t focus on their primary jobs.
Though my day job pays the bills, I made a decision that “this writing thing” was going to be my priority. Except for next week I think. My brown-eyed girl, now 25, gorgeous and a very cool chick is getting married. I want to witness every bobby pin as it’s inserted and every petal tossed in the air as she begins her new life.
Then maybe I’ll write about that too. See you back here after June 5th!