Time, Elusive - 10/30/19
Forgot to make my posts this week to the blog. lol I've been working on my new LGBT science fiction novel and it's one of those books where the characters are taking over and the plot is getting away from me. It's all right, though. These people know exactly what they're doing. I introduced another villain to the story and stuff got a little crazy. It's glorious. The book is coming together nicely!
I have a tendency to lose track of time when I write. Most people who know me know this is true. Cave or Ivory Tower, call it what you like, but I completely lose track of time when I get into a story that's really taking off.
One of the reasons I waited so long to start releasing my books is because I was far too focused on writing them than to take care of the business part of it. My husband helps me with my marketing, ads, and of course, the beautiful covers that grace my works. He does such a great job and he's always been there for me.
It's a lot of fun for us to work together and even though we sometimes let time escape us, we usually come back around when we realize it. I had a friend ask me about the blog today. She is an avid reader of my posts and a truly wonderful person. I like to tease her because she is such a good sport and I'm the kind of person who likes to mess with people in a very good-natured way because that's just how I show friendship.
She has told me often that my writing is a gift from God. The ability to write a book, let alone an entire series of multiple books, is truly a blessing. I was astonished at that. Truly. You have to understand, I've been writing since I was just out of high school years and years ago. Writing a book comes as second nature to me, but she thinks the world of my "talent" as she puts it and I'm very humbled by her opinion of me. As both a coworker and a friend, she never fails to talk to me with a positive attitude and goodness.
When she made a comment about not having a blog post to read recently, it reminded me that I was doing it again. I was getting far too involved in my work to acknowledge the outside world. For a very long time, I was within my ivory tower ... writing, creating, and living a quiet life. It's what I do. I found a husband who shares that kind of lifestyle and so we are content.
Day after day, week after week, month after month ... the days just seem to blend together and the time passes. It passes far too quickly. Look. It's the end of October already. Pretty soon it's gonna be Thanksgiving and then Christmas ... followed by the New Year.
Time gets away from all of us sometimes, but especially me. Tonight, I realized that I had not made my blog post. Normally, I would never have even considered making a blog of my own, but a lot of people have told me they enjoy reading my posts. They love the insight into what is going on with the creation of my books and it's very nice to know that people have an interest.
I don't mind to share with you what I am doing and how I'm doing it. It's like an online journal or diary. I've always kept a journal personally. I figured if I was old and forgetful one day, I could go back and read my journals and remember what was. A blog is much like that. Anything that you can share with people is a positive thing. You never know when you are going to make an impact on someone.
Always remember that even though time escapes us daily, you have to get some back. Take back some time that is bleeding away however you can. It's precious ... this thing called time. Many people don't have a lot of it left. Many people wish they had more of it. We all do. We all wish we had more time for this and that.
It eludes us. It always will. The more and more we are busy with life, the more and more time will escape us. Where does the time go? is always the question. Time flies when you're having fun, is another expression. We are dominated by Time.
Spring forward. Fall back. Daylight Savings Time. Work all day, take care of the kids, where is the free time?
Yes. Time. Elusive and so precious. As much as we would like to get control of it, it slips away from us like a handful of sand. You can't hold onto all of it. Oh, sure ... you can hold onto some of it, but not all. Most of it gets away ....
... and that's how it will always be ... because that's how it always has been.