Change just is.
There have been a lot of changes around my house in the last 24 months. In that time, my wife and I have lost three of our four parents. Big change. Also during this period my wife discovered Facebook and, as a result, our social circles have widened and multiplied. Change, also pretty big from my POV. And, for the past several months we’ve had a houseguest, a young person whose life blew up while visiting us, and whom we’re helping get reestablished. Epic change.
In other words, my home life, my level of social interaction, and my private world have all undergone dramatic and fundamental transformations. And it’s made me a bit stroppy.
Yes. Stroppy. Look it up.
The other day, in an attempt to help isolate the source of my stroppiness, J.Z. Murdock (a friend and fellow writer), asked: Are you writing?
No. I’m not.
But writing–or not writing–is not my problem. Change is my problem. Things have been changing so fast that I can’t adapt quickly enough. I don’t know what to expect–hell, sometimes I don’t even know how I fit within this new framework–and some of these changes are in direct opposition with my personality. I’m not what you’d call “social.” My circle of friends has always been small and select. I like my privacy, my calm, and a modicum of predictability, all of which have been rather thin on the ground these past two years.
No. Not writing is not my problem.
However, it may be part of the solution.
You see, I’ve been waiting until life settles down a bit so I can find the wherewithal to concentrate on writing my new novel, but that hasn’t turned out to be a really great plan. And now, part of me is really afraid that life won’t settle down, ever. If that’s true, though, then waiting for it to happen is a seriously stupid strategy.
Change isn’t good. Change just is.
And I have to learn to deal with that.
So…I am now considering new strategies, and one of them is just to buckle down and write for a couple evenings each week.
Perhaps it’s time to make some changes of my own.