Founded by Alex J. Cavanaugh, the IWSG's purpose is to share and encourage. A place where writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds.
The awesome co-hosts for this month's post are Christopher D. Votey, Madeline Mora-Summonte, Fundy Blue, and Chrys Fey. Please drop by and thank them.
Lately, it feels like I'm always running to catch up and never quite getting to my destination. Hence why my IWSG post is a day late, again. My life is packed full with work, family, friends, and a myriad of non-writing jobs that need doing. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I love my life. But my writing constantly comes way down the priority list. My other half keeps telling me I can take all the time I need, but that wouldn't feel right if he's left to do most of the housework, gardening, and so on. He's promised me a summer house, but that will involve clearing a large part of the garden and he'll need help. Can I really leave him to do it all? It doesn't seem right.
What I love about these IWSG posts is that writing down my insecurities is in and of itself cathartic. It's like keeping a diary, which I don't. Maybe I should, because writing down what's bothering me helps to put things into perspective. It was only a few days ago that my other half told me he's looking forward to sunny days, with him gardening and me sat at the garden table writing. He loves gardening. He'd spend all his time doing it if he could. I really should take a leaf out of his book (excuse the pun) and get busy writing.
I'm not answering this month's IWSG question, as it's related to A to Z and it's been a few years since I've taken part. If you're doing A to Z this year, have a wonderful month!
That's it for today's post. As always, I love reading your comments.