By Mayra Cuevas
Rejoicing in others
I deeply rejoice if you are a writer whose full time job is to work on your next book. I am not one of those people. At least not for now.
My main frustration with writing doesn’t come from lack of ideas, but from lack of time. Like most of the aspiring novelist, I struggle with carving out time to write between my full time job, family, friends, volunteer work, spiritual studies and those pesky everyday responsibilities like doing laundry, paying bills and shopping for groceries. Even when I try my very best to steal an hour here and there, the antagonistic forces are sometimes all too strong. Writer’s block would be a luxury, but neither my critique partner and mother of four, Prof. M, or I have the time for such indulgences. Any time we get is spent furiously clicking our keyboards.
It is here that compassion for your writer self needs to kick in.