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“Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides; and in this respect, it irrigates the deserts that our lives have already become.” - C.S. Lewis

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~ Wednesday, February 9 ~
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Writing

“To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.”  -Lord Byron

So, I am writing a series of novels. In theory, that is. The only problem—I have no time to breathe, much less write for myself. Between work, school, marriage, ministry, and other familial/friendly duties, I am officially over my 24 hour per day limit. This idea has been weighing so heavily in my mind, I feel as if it is ripening to the point of falling off the vine, without my having the chance to pluck it off first. This excites and terrifies me all at once. What if it it slips away before I have the chance to bring it to fruition?

Another issue—when I do not write, I get a bit stir crazy. Without writing, I cannot get out of my own mind long enough to meet my sanity quota for the day. I have made due lately with reading—typically a great remedy—but that is quickly not becoming enough. I do not write for pleasure, I write for well-being. 

I am ready to start the next phase of my life.


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