My old art work
Some of you who have been following me for ages have probably noticed that lately I’ve been writing less than usual … and commenting and reading posts even less. I have to make a confession here, my problem is a relationship problem.
I’ve been with my husband for around thirty years and in these thirty years I’ve had many interests that irked him. He is the sort of person who encourages others to “develope their talents” as he does but anything that is outside his control irritates him. Although throughout the years I’ve started projects and have had success with them, the tension that grows constantly usually blocks whatever enthusiasm and energy that I have to continue along that particular path. It’s the constant erosion of his daily laments and criticisms that eventually, for a bit of peace, makes me decide to stop whatever I’ve begun.
I wasn’t surprised then when once I started blogging to start getting flack about how much time I waste on the computer and Internet. The bone he picks is that Internet isn’t the real world and that I’m wasting my time writing because I’ll never be able to publish anything. Plus, I certainly shouldn’t be indulging in those “silly useless social communities” and the like. Try as I might to explain to him that blogging isn’t Facebook has been a waste of breath. So, I usually blog from around 4 or 5 in the morning and stop when he gets up. Sometimes I go to the local library when it’s open or to my favorite caffè where they have given me their password so that I can write or read.
Once upon a time, he would have gotten up around 10 … so I had time to read and write without any serious problems. Lately though he’s been getting up at 7 or max 8. Believe me, it’s not as though I neglect anything … it’s just that he doesn’t write. If he were to have a blog, then probably there would be less problems … except he’d probably have something to say about me writing poetry instead of something more socially moving. He thinks haiku, by the way, is a structural straight jacket leaving no room for true creativity.
Anyway … not to go into details, I just wanted everyone to know why I’m not doing all the commenting and reading that I should, especially on those sites where I participate doing prompts. I’ve considered not doing prompts to avoid the problem, but I do so enjoy them.
I know by the way, that I’m not alone in this particular boat. There are many other people who have a similar problem at home. I’ve decided to keep on with this project, even if it means daily struggle and stress. I know I’m no Hemingway but writing has so enriched me that to stop now would really leave a gaping whole in my soul.
With affection, Georgia.