“There is more in the world than writing” She said. I was in pain, not thinking.
It is true there is more in the world than writing, but when you get an injury to your ankle, which causes so much pain that walking and standing up are both impossible, it seems that the only thing in the world that makes any sense is writing.
I spent about four hours in the hospital having various things checked out yesterday but it turns out there were no broken bones, so the doctor suspected I may have a blood clot and it turns out that isn’t the case either. Of course all she could do at the end of the day was prescribe anti-inflammatory drugs and pain killers then send me home. Trouble is she was just guessing. Well, that is my impression of what she was doing.
I hate pain killers, they cause strange effects in your mind. Especially prescription ones. In part they dulling the pain. But in part they keep giving psychedelic feelings. Stupid thoughts as you lay on the edge of sleep.
What has this to do with writing or blogging?
A good question and indeed it has nothing to do with writing whatsoever. Except of course having time to write which I otherwise would not have had. And, as I always suggest, how we use time matters a lot. I had repair work that needed completing yesterday which is now delayed until I am well enough to do complete it. At least a few days. In the hospital I did spend time adding some notes to future articles that I am working on, using Evernote.
Overall it serves to remind me that we must take advantage of whatever time we have, whether planned or unplanned. Spen time each day working on your passions. Since for me that is writing I must spend at least some of that time writing. Trouble was the same impact made me very tired. Sleep was also an essential. Fixing the house will have to wait.
The shattered glass, the featured image for this post, acts as a reminder that there are times when our desires don’t go to plan. Those plans end up broken and we have to change course. In my mind it doesn’t stop other things from happening. It is why I am writing today instead of replacing air conditioner vents in the walls in bedrooms upstairs. Such work would be agonizing in my current physical state. An inability to need took care of that. I have changed my plans for today and as a part of that gain a little extra writing time, which I am glad of. But I am also conscious that it delays completion of changes to the house (another important element of my life at the moment).
I sit here at my desk knowing that life is what we make of it and just because something breaks doesn’t mean it’s a disaster. Another set of articles that need completing and readied for publication. That will bring some money in. Maybe they will be ready sooner than planned as this has become a Monday morning writing session, which was not in my diary. It will also give me a little time for some publicity activity through Twitter, Facebook, Google Plus, LinkedIn and other services. I guess what I am saying is that this is bonus time, a time when maybe I will reach someone I have never reached before.
There is more in this world than writing, I am all in favour of blending your time but it is how you do that which matters most, that is how the innovator makes things happen, they use time appropriately, and so also must the writer.
Truth is time can simply wind on by, I could be sleeping right now and wasting it all. It is possible that man is the only creature that considers the aspect of time and not just because they must plan what will happen tomorrow nor because they remember the lessons of what happened yesterday but because they can also make a conscious decision to either waste it or use it.
My companion, the cat, is simply sitting on my desk purring in his sleep. He cares not about time, he has no plans, he isn’t hungry because he ate about an hour ago. He is simply loving life but also not knowing what the next moment will bring, will it be time to clean his paws or time to go out? Truth is he can happily take either approach and still be happy in life.
I do wish he doesn’t want to go out, that will require me walking to the door. The pain. The agony. I cna feel it simply writing about it.
Personally, I can’t simply sit on top of the sand in the hourglass letting time or sand trickle away. So, I shall be spending time preparing my next pieces, even if they are not due for a while.