The past eight months or so have been really turbulent for me and full of change. Less than a year ago, I was married – for better or worse, until death do us part. I’m not bitter about that commitment falling through; in fact, if somebody had actually held me to the whole “death do us part” spiel, that would’ve been the real nightmare. I did not want to be married to my husband anymore.
But it’s meant a lot of changes for me in a really rapid space of time, and I’ve had to radically re-evaluate almost everything I know about my life.
One thing I know is that I love to write. But being divorced has meant that my dream of becoming a published author is going to be deferred a little bit because I’m no longer in a position to stay home and write instead of establishing a professional career.
Technically, I wasn’t in that position with my ex-husband either; he was underemployed, like everybody, but he also had expensive tastes that meant no salary he made would ever be enough. But he also wanted a stay-at-home wifey, so he encouraged my desire to not work. In practical terms, this made me responsible for all the housework except laundry (because he valued his clothes too much to gamble with my laundering style, which assumes that if a garment gets destroyed by machine-wash cold-water and tumble dry, I don’t want to own it anyway), and it didn’t leave much time or energy for writing, especially since being in a bad marriage is really demoralizing and draining.
Now my predicament has changed, and I have to do my part to keep my family afloat. That will mean a career. It may involve some retraining so I have a broader base of jobs to choose from. And it will keep me very, very busy.
What will I write when I’m not writing for the Internet’s instant feedback? Image via eHow.
And my Daviraptor has made an interesting (and valid) point: that the time I spend writing short stories, blogging about something that pissed me off on Twitter, or critiquing Chick tracts could perhaps be more productively spent working on the actual novel if I weren’t so addicted to the instant gratification of immediate feedback I get online. Six people already liked ‘The Drink’, and I wrote it four days ago! Two comments! How validating! I love that validation, but I need to spend some time breaking my addiction to it, or I’ll never be able to write something as lengthy and dramatic as a novel.
So I’m going on hiatus. I might blog every now and again, if I feel a particularly strong urge to do so or if something really exciting is going on, but I’m cutting back a lot. This will mean cutting back the Chick Tract project . . . like cutting it to non-existence, with apologies to anybody who was enjoying it. And also with really strong encouragement for others – especially Eric Keys, who’s got the background for it - to visit Chick.com and take up my mantle as resident snarkifier of all things Chick.
Keep following me, though; the blog isn’t dead. You’re likely to hear from me if/when:
- I write an article for Friendly Atheist that I’m especially proud of.
- I learn something really interesting in either my novel research or job retraining.
- I write a piece of short fiction for some reason and decide it’s really good.
- I did something awesome around the city and the blogosphere needs to know about it.