Writeaholic Inspiration: When Life Gets in the Way: My Writing Slump During a Big Move

I haven't written here for several weeks now. But it's not just here on my blog. I haven't done any writing at all for the last few weeks.

As I said recently, Dean and I have been refurbishing a house ready for moving in.

Naturally, as with everything in life, it took longer than expected. It was compounded by the problem of the company supplying our new kitchen and bathroom being weeks behind schedule, plus they made many mistakes that they had to come and correct, like the oven being installed crookedly, one kitchen cupboard door hanging down off its hinges, and installing the wrong kitchen sink tap. But in the end, we managed to move in, after spending twelve-hour days here doing most of the work ourselves.

It was so exhausting getting up early every morning and going to the new house to work straight after breakfast, and not getting home till well after dark. We'd then have showers, have dinner, then fall into bed late, only to get up and do it all again the next day.

So that is why I've been unable to write. Too physically exhausted and feeling brain-dead by the end of the day. But now we've moved in and after two weeks( exactly) we've unpacked everything, shopped for groceries(food stocks were pretty depleted) and regained full use of our aching limbs. Our arms and legs were stiffening up every night from all the physical labour.

One positive thing about being so busy every day was that it gave me plenty of time to think. And I thought about everything:

• My health
• My diet
• My income
• The books I want to write
• Marketing to sell more books
• My blog and how to improve it
• My websites and additions to make
• How to make social media work for me
• Doing more freelance submissions
• Doing more sewing, knitting, and crocheting
• My best hours for writing
• How to schedule my working days better
• And a whole lot more.

I also thought a lot about how much I dislike painting walls and skirting boards, how much I wished that so-called 'professional' cabinet makers could install a kitchen and bathroom correctly, and how much I wanted my normal life back.

Yesterday we took a well-deserved day off and went to the beach. We had lunch in a park, and then I sat and wrote out plans in my notebook for all the things I thought about while we were fixing and decorating our new house. As I sat and wrote, I realised just how much

I'd missed writing, and I wondered why it was so. Is writing simply something I like to do, or is it an addiction?

I figured that it's not an addiction otherwise I wouldn't have been able to go without doing it for nearly two months.

And it's more than something I just enjoy doing because I can't imagine my life without writing being a part of it.

I think that being a writer is my mission in life. It's a part of who I am. It's not a job I do, it's what I have to do, and I can't imagine retiring from it when I get to old-age pension age.

I guess I'm Mission Critical For Life when it comes to writing. And that's a great way to be.

And if you're interested, here are a couple of before-and-after shots inside our new house.