Hi all! Misha here. It's been a loooooooooooooooooong while since I've posted here. Mostly, I've had a long bout of about three months where I had a very unreliable Internet connection, but there's a bit more to this story.
The bit more is where for the whole of 2014 and a part of 2015, my life, to put it nicely, sucked.
I did, however, keep writing through most of it. This was mostly done by force of will. I couldn't do much else, so I was determined to write a much as possible so that I could at least have something positive to show for my time.
But no matter how good the intention, those creative gears do eventually lock. One can only write in the midst of suckiness for so long.
Does that mean I beat myself up about it? Heck no. Quite the opposite. My life wasn't nice, so writing was my escape. If I had beaten myself up for not writing enough, or not well enough or whatever... it would have turned my escape into a jail cell.
That's not to say that I don't set myself some steep goals. I do. You only need to check out my other blogs for proof. Those goals aren't the be-all and end-all, though.
They're more of a guide to what I want to achieve.
And every step I make toward those goals takes me that much further along. And every single step is worth celebrating.
What do you do when life gets in the way of writing?