Worth Fighting For?

So... again a departure from the planned blog. I promise I will keep pressing in on what makes a plot spectacular... but for now, I simply wanted to share a little bit of my heart. Or my thoughts. Or both.

Over the last couple weeks, I've found myself saying over and over, that my life would be easy, even manageable, if I were not trying to also write (on top of maintaining the house, parenting a two-year-old, working 20-30 hours, and teaching ballet once a week). I've thought of this so much that I've actually considered putting it all aside for a season.

But what stops me is that while I love my family, and the other things I do are directly or indirectly to support them, writing is the thing of passion in my life. Stories. Characters. Reading them, writing them. Breathing them in and letting them splash out onto paper... er, screen.

If there is a thing I was created to do, it must be this. Even if I chose to put my piece aside for now, until things settle, the story would still occupy my thoughts, the characters would still be part of me, moving through their scenes, in my quiet waking moments, while I'm driving, or when I hear a song that sparks something.

I think of my grandfather, who passed away a year ago, and how he earned his master's degree from FL Tech while working full time, and with a wife and three small children at home. It was a sacrifice, on everyone's part. Maybe this is my sacrifice. To work harder, dig deeper as a writer, and not wait until the easy days come.

Because what if those days never do?