Not Lost. I've shifted.

Well I'm sure many of you have noticed it's been a long while since I've updating my blog. It's not like I've abandoned it entirely, well part of that is true. I haven't forgotten it, that's the right way of saying it. I have been occupied and I can't say that I've been occupied with better things because Psychology and Sociology are definitely not better things to be occupied with. I have returned to school full time this semester and am working part time...I have no time. Sometimes I feel like my whole life has been taken away from me and I don't have a single extra second for anything different and aside from school. I don't like it but I'm trying to juggle it and make it through and set my priorities. Writing is still at the top of my list and I'm sad to say that I have put writing aside for a while now. I haven't looked at my current writing project in weeks and I haven't submitted anything new recently. It's not easy to do many things at the same time and though I'm trying I feel like it's not getting easier. So where is writing in my life right now?

I write every morning still. I have not given that habit up and I won't. There are some things that I will keep and I will do them because for me writing is second nature. Without it I don't feel right and with it I feel complete. I wish I had 48 hours in my day. I could accomplish so many things and the thing I'm learning right now is to still respect sleep and take it. I don't want to take sleep for granted and think I can run on five hours every day and still get through my day because honestly I can't. I remember telling myself that something will lack when I start school and work and that something is writing. Most people would probably say it's okay, just pick it up again when you can and when you're out of school but it's not like that. I miss it. I miss staying up late at night and working through my character's minds and discovering new things about my protagonist. I miss laughing with my favorite character and crying inside when something tragic happens. What I miss most is staying up late, drinking tea, and typing away and locking myself into the world of fiction. But then there's another side of me that says I need to work towards this degree and once I get it I can move through publishers and be an editor for a publishing house. I'm trying to look at that goal and not look behind because I don't want to grow discouraged and lose that vision.

My characters are still there and they are waiting for me to finish the story for them. I have to finish the path for them and give them a future and I will. I won't leave them hanging because if I do that a part of me will hang. I will do this and it's not like I've thrown writing away, that won't ever happen. I tell myself all the time that I'll write until the day I die. I'll write when I have a family someday and I'll write because remember, writers CANNOT stop writing! Write for yourself. Even if people come against you don't lose hope and don't lose your vision even if it's shifted a little.

Only you can determine where you'll take your writing so go after it.