So Many Words, So Little Time

I can say for certain that one of my many pet peeves is when someone tells me I have the same amount of hours as some celebrity. We’ve all heard it before, especially when it comes to creative pursuits and telling you that you can accomplish so much because we all have the same amount of time. 

Sure, I have the same number of hours in the day as Elon Musk, Taylor Swift, and Oprah but I’m missing one essential thing in common with them- the number of zeros in my bank account.

Sure, I make a comfortable living and I can pay my way, but when it comes to creative pursuits, I find myself struggling. My workweek can be more than 40 hours and sometimes more than 5 days. I try my best to write when I can but sometimes I’m just too damn tired. 

Moreso, there are so many damn ideas in my head for stories and novels, that I can’t get to them all. Right now, as I’m writing this post, I have 10 novels in progress. Yeah, you read that write, in progress. Not just outlined or a dream in my head, they’re in progress. One of them is part of a planned trilogy and another has potential to go on to be a series of five or more books. On top of that I’m editing and revising a collection of short stories. Then add in my two completed novels and I just want to cry.

Frankly, I’d really like to know where all of this creativity was during the pandemic when I was unemployed for the better part of a year. I can only imagine what I would get accomplished if I had a year to do nothing but create. 

I’m not gonna sit and be mad that I wasn’t more creative during the pandemic. I was so damn depressed. I can say that I started writing my first novel during that time. It took nearly two years to complete but once I was done and knew that I could do it, I exploded with ideas. So many possibilities and new worlds just waiting to be discovered and created.

But it all comes down to time. I do my absolute best to make time but lately I’m just constantly tired and life has been less than stellar as of late. So rather than creating, I’m out here just trying to survive. 

I really don’t know what I’m saying. Maybe I need to take my chances on the lottery and hope that I win big. Or find a publisher that wants one of my books and then many more so they give me money to do nothing but write. I’d say sugar daddy but I feel like I’d be a bad sugar baby. 

I supposed I could wait for the next global lockdown but it feels like a total apocalypse is the most-likely scenario at this point.

I’m watching Alien: Covenant as I write this and I’m finding myself a bit jealous of David for having ten years in isolation on this planet when all he had to do was create. Granted, he spent that time working on a way to wipe out all of humanity but at least he was able to work towards his dream and we love him for it.

I guess we shall see what the future brings… and let’s hope it brings that same 24 hours that Taylor Swift has.

Or, even like, $500,000.

I’m not asking for much.