So, you want to write?
What’s stopping you? The dirty dishes, the laundry, the papers you need to grade, the rooms that need to be picked up, the people you’ve to get along with or work with, the children you need to wake up and off to school with a good lunch and change of clothes, the spouse you’ve got to make feel valued, the backlog of books that wink in your direction, then whistle and look away when you turn to gaze back at them, the dust balls reproducing quietly in corners when your back is turned, the instruments you used to play, but you cannot, because you’ve got work to do, anyway, the dog or cat that clamors for your attention, that cup of cappuccino that you’ve got to have at 5:00 p.m. when the muse is knocking at your window, semaphoring madly, but you’re too tired to answer, and what good would it do, anyway, because, even if you were to let it in, you’d pass out from everything you’ve been doing, or not been doing?
Oh. Well. Surely *that’s* not what’s stopping you, is it?!
You’d better get on it, hadn’t you? Pick up your pencil, your pen, your tablet, your laptop, your languishing spirit and WRITE, dammit!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dreamer of Dreams ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~