Here’s the situation: Barbara Walters recently swooped upon me in the form of a dream. At least, I hope it was a dream, because otherwise I have some serious home security issues to look into.
At first, I was temporarily blinded by the sudden spotlight, and I thought maybe a guardian angel had (finally) come to call. But, when I heard the tell-tale lisping I knew it was “Baba Wawa” — the unholy ball-busting mother of the uncomfortable celebrity interview. An angel, she is not.
Why my subconscious would conjure a woman who I didn’t recognize at first I may never know, but there she was, asking me — no, imploring me — to get back to writing.
Barbara crossed her legs as she let me squirm for an extra beat,”Just one page a day. Or, one blog posshht at a time,” she spat. She leaned forward. Waaaay forward. She stared. I couldn’t believe it was her!
“Of course, I want 10%, and my name on your Acknowledgments Page if you ever make a dime.” I believed.
There’s not much you can do in the presence of such an icon, especially when you’re wiping spittle from your eyes and dodging questions about love letters you may or may not have written to Matt Damon after he appeared in Good Will Hunting. And, when Barbara Walters tells you to do something, by gosh, you do it. Because she’s one frightening witch. (And she would totally take that as a compliment.)
So, here I am.
It’s been over a year since I hit publish on the post about my new job — my beloved job (sigh) at the elementary school library where I was privy to sniffing books, talking books, and interacting with students and teachers all day long. At the end of that post, I promised to blog about how getting a day job was actually helping my writing career.
Ahem. That post was never written. Because I was too busy.
You may think it’s because I was so busy writing, making contacts, doing deals, and eating celebratory Hershey Kisses by the dump truck that I didn’t have time for a little old blog.
(You’re so cutely optimistic — thank you!)
In fact, I wasn’t really doing any of those things. Except for that last part. Kisses…yum.
What I was busy doing was working in the library. And, thinking about new things to incorporate in the library. And, juggling life. And, stress. And, well, lots of things other than writing and submitting my work.
I’m in graduate school full-time, and about the only writing I’ve done lately was for an essay about incorporating media literacy into daily lesson plans.
Yeah, I know.
So, for my next trick, I will eat my hat. (And, just to show the seriousness of my commitment, I may also eat Donald Trump’s hair.) It’s been a crazy time. My friend Julia would call it a roller-coaster year, but I will just call it something else silently in my head since I’m turning into a passive aggressive mind-swearer. (If you’re under 18, you should cover your brain.)
It’s been tough, this temporary trading of dreams: the dream of finding my place as a writer vs. finding my place as an educator. I miss writing. I miss blogging. I miss the camaraderie.
So, here I am saying, “Hello, folks.”
Though my output has greatly decreased, my Ideas Folder has grown to the size of the ego cloud which currently hovers over the greater Los Angeles area. I hope to wade through it during my upcoming holiday break, and also finish some requested edits that are covered with dust. And mold. And remnants of Trump’s aforementioned hair.
It’s a compromise right now, choosing between two different things that I love. Many people/writers manage to do it all, and I hope to discover that magical balance again.
So, special thanks to Babs for her nighttime visit. I’m getting back to work, and will (maybe) see you all again soon.
How about you — have you ever “traded dreams?” What was the outcome? How do you find balance with work/writing/life? And, finally — do you spit when you speak?
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