Ever had a time during your life when writing (or whatever your artistic passion is) has become incompatible with reality?
It sucked, didn’t it?
I hope that like anything else, this only lasted for a season and that you were able to go back to it.
I went through my “incompatible” period not too long ago.
Two years ago actually.
Hubby was unemployed but in college working towards a formal science degree. I was the only one working full-time (in the banking industry). My vision was deteriorating, but I somehow managed to put in over 40 hours each week while suffering from terrible eye strains and painful migraines. I had a young son, and a house to also take care of. Whenever I tried to sit down to write, hubby or son always needed me for something. Or, if I spent “too much time” writing, hubby would complain that my priorities were to my family and job since I wasn’t making any money with writing.
Then, my father became ill with an aggressive lung disease. I would allot whatever free time I had to spend time with him.
It was during this period of my life when I had to choose between “reality” and writing.
Writing had to be put away. I felt like I’d lost a piece of myself for doing so; but, still the choice had to be made.
My Dad passed away a short time afterwards. Hubby graduated from college with honors, and is now working full-time as a federal employee. And I’m “retired” from the workforce, and am home full-time.
With these now behind me, I have ample time to write again.