This rose is a Paul’s Himalayan Musk–another rose I brought from the old house. It has rambled along the carport wall, through the carport walls, and over the roof. Another one of the big projects.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately, asking the same questions and trying to find new answers.
Do spend more time (as much as possible) writing and revising poems? Or do I tackle these roses? Do I tend better to this blog? Do I start learning how to write a decent essay? Or a novel? (I’ve been thinking about trying that again.) Do I get out into the community more? (I’m horrible about getting out.) Or do I focus on fixing up my house, or at least tidying it–a lot? Does a writing life need to be separate from life (all the rest of it)? I think it needs to be together–but then how do I set aside time (enough) for writing?
I’ve been thinking–but, I haven’t written any of it down here.
Fortunately, other people have been writing their thoughts down and sharing them. Jeannine’s been offering some great posts on that balance of writing time with readings and everything else and what does success mean anyway (she’s written several–read them all). And Kelli has this nice post on life balance. All of it inspiring. And the same kinds of things I struggle with every day.
How do you find balance? How do you find time to write?
Reading: Night Is Simply a Shadow, by Greta Wrolstad, and San Pedro River Review