I wrote this to a friend this morning who is going through a rough time and trying to meet a writing deadline. If you're a published author, any crisis that hits you will come right as you're on deadline. It's just the way things work.
I promised myself that I would write three books this year, but then, my ex moved away and it's just my daughter and me (and the dog) in an apartment. It's a small space. Elle is a big personality. My dog is obnoxious. But even with all that going on, it's not what keeps me from writing.
It's what my daughter said to me that keeps me from writing. "Mom, you're a mess. You're not present when people are talking to you and you make them feel bad."
That is soul-crushing to me. I'm that person that people tell their problems to. That people ask for directions and think I work everywhere. I'm not the person who makes you feel bad about yourself. I know we are all a mess and we are all works in progress, but I've always prided myself on being the person who can accept people where they are without judgment. I may make fun of it, but I will always be there at the same time.
Now to hear that I'm no longer that person (and my daughter confirmed this present me is not the real me.) Well, it's time to get busy and do something about it, you know? My daughter is leaving the state in June and I will be on my own. So it's now or never. It's time to find that inner sparkly person who makes people feel GOOD about themselves. So the books may have to wait until SHE returns. Because who wants a book written by people who make others feel bad? Show of hands?