Hobbies bring out a special breed of perseverance. Many obstacles in life make us pause. We wonder how we’ll get over or around them. We might even consider if we need a new path altogether. But when circumstances try to interfere with something we love doing, we don’t spend much (or any) time thinking about how we’ll keep going. We just do.
Runners turn on the treadmill when it rains, or don the shoes designated for puddles. When there are no games available, sports lovers watch reruns where the home team always wins. Kids can turn anything into a toy if the imagination wants out.
I’m not going to write about what everyone else is writing about right now. I have nothing new to add. I’m not going to mention it except to point out that I have a house full of people and distractions during the hours I normally have space and silence to focus on a story. Because I love writing, I’m still squeezing it in whenever I can. I released a new book in my children’s fantasy series this month. It’s called Baby of Wisherton. I see a new series in my future, love stories of course. I can’t tell how far in the future right now. Progress is slow. I’m running through some thick mud.
It isn’t all bad though. When I get to the end of a day and have advanced the next story by a single paragraph, I don’t have to worry about writers’ block or beat myself up for wasting time. I know it’s because I had a lot of other things to do that day. And I know that I will keep going.