This is going to be one of those old school type blog posts. You know the sort, the ones that started out on diaryland or livejournal and all about this random stream of consciousness thing, rather than taking the ‘how can I add value’ to my readers approach. It doesn’t matter though, because I’m certain that pretty much anyone who follows me and therefore is reading this, also has an interest in writing. Which I suppose what this is all about.

I’ve been burning the candle at both ends, so we all know how this picture looks when the paint starts to dry. My body is struggling to keep up with the demands being put upon it by a whole truckload of family commitments, friends requiring intensive support through times of true hardship and sorrow, then there are the mechanics of every day life and working a 40 hour week in a demanding job before a crazy set of commutes. Things could certainly be worse, so please don’t think I am complaining. But they are far from perfect.

All of this has led to a dramatic reduction in my writing hours and a permanent pain somewhere at the nape of my neck from just holding my head upright. It is one of those times when it would be very easy just to take a few weeks off. It is so tempting. In a few weeks though, I am going to be taking a short sabbatical to get my writing and my own business back into shape, so I know that if I take a break now, I will lose momentum entirely.

The only thing to do is write through the pain. Write through the tiredness. After spending time consoling some of my closest friends, I also have to write through the sorrow.

I needed to get that down on paper, or this screen, or anything to remind me that it can and should be done. Just keep writing through it.

Perhaps you need that reminder too. If so, then I’m happy to help. If not, then keep going with your bad self and enjoy every second of it, whatever your passion is.