Interruptions. Life is full of them. There’s no avoiding them. Sometimes it seems we spend more time dealing with the things that interrupt us than on the things that are being interrupted. So it was for me this past weekend. And here is the main culprit:
Like many of life’s interruptions, I didn’t see this one coming. On Saturday morning, this adorable little girl showed up in our driveway where my husband was moving some things out of the garage. And she hasn’t left yet. After long walks in the hot sun in search of owners to claim her, a trip to PetsMart to have her checked (fruitlessly) for an identifying microchip, a drive to the SPCA to register her as a ‘found pet’, then another stop by PetsMart to buy all things dog and have the vet do a closer inspection of her, our little Saturday surprise had used up all of our free hours.
Except those weren’t exactly free hours for me. They were hours not claimed by day-job work or family obligations or house projects. They were some the rarest and most coveted hours of all in a writer’s life – leave-me-alone-I’m-writing hours. Sunday wasn’t much better, as I had fewer writing hours set aside and we spent that precious time reaching out to friends to find a potential forever doggy home, and buying all the rest of things dog we forgot to buy yesterday. In the end, we had success! – our foster puppy will meet her potential new family in a few weeks, after we take care of a few of her health issues. But my writing plan that involved adding approximately 5000 words and crossing the midpoint line in my novella, that one didn’t work out so well.
It’s not like those hours dropped out of the sky. I had rearranged plans, worked long days, and lost some sleep to carve out those chunks of writing time. But I decided this writing interruption was one of those situations I had to accept. Life interrupted, and the happiness of an abandoned animal took precedence. Writing is a long game, and as long as I write more days than I don’t and come close to hitting my own targets and deadlines, I’m progressing. It made me think of the serenity prayer (paraphrased):
Grant me the strength to accept what cannot be changed, the courage to change what can be changed, and the wisdom to know the difference.
I’m proud to say I had the wisdom to realize sacrificing my writing time could not realistically be changed, and was absolutely right thing to do. There’s a sweet, formerly abandoned dog who now has a safe foster home, a get-well plan, and a future forever family. James’ and Jessamine’s HEA can wait until next weekend or later, if necessary. This weekend, my husband and I helped a puppy with such a sweet face get her HEA.
What has interrupted your writing lately? Was it worth the time it took away from your story? And how do you plan to get back on track? I’m still not sure where I’m getting my make-up writing hours, but I sure am going to enjoy rubbing that fuzzy belly and getting doggy kisses for the next few weeks.