I’m typing slower. That is an unhealthy side effect of fatigue. It has been a rough few days here trying to get things done. I am severely drained and overwhelmed and as I watch the world flow around me unbothered (save for my partner who is very bothered by all this) I am reminded of a fundamental truth: People who cannot identify with your struggles do not see your struggles as struggle. People who are absorbed with their own lives (no matter how big or small that life) don’t take the time to recognize what you are going through. They don’t have to. Everything in their orbit is just fine, so everything is fine.
When I went to grab the image I realized it was already uploaded, which means I have used this image before. That is never a good sign. It is, on the other hand, a sign that I deal with a lot a lot. Earlier this week I considered quitting my job just to have the bills handled for the next year and nothing more to do than take a run at writing full time–see what comes of it. I didn’t, and that will be the subject of a blog sooner than later.
Here and now I still am in the midst of a promise of 100 days of writing about writing. The message of the day should be clear by now: Nobody cares about your writing struggles. It is your job to get through it. However, I am aware that this is bad advice. The real advice is this: The world is going to burn all around you from time to time. What makes that unbearable is trying to deal with it entirely on your own. Writing, nay, living is not a solitary art. We need people to talk to and feel like we are being heard. Writers write to be heard, but not everything is ready for the page. Write it when you can, but don’t bottle the rest up waiting for it to age into a fine novel. You don’t have the mental space for that. None of us should.