Sometimes, I feel like I’m a number of Sams all rolled into one. One’s just a simple husband and dad who works in retail. One’s a writer. Another’s a hobby gardener, trying to bring in a few extra dollars by selling herbs and planter boxes. The trouble is, I can only switch between these modes one at a time. I can, on rare occasions, run Family Sam with Writer Sam, or Gardener Sam, but not for long.
Writer Sam is the most anti-social of all three. He needs large chunks of unbroken time, and discipline. Annoyingly, since he takes medication to help stabilise his moods, the discipline is very important, especially since he’s always been a pantser*. He can’t just sit down at a keyboard while he’s on an up-swing and write for hours, or sometimes even days at a time. He needs bum-glue.
And, there’s always the financial side. Gardener Sam is making more money, more regularly, than Writer Sam.
So, Gardener Sam is gazumping Writer Sam a lot these days. But, Writer Sam has got a message to all his fans: Don’t Panic!!! There is more copming; it’s just going to be coming more slowly than before. In fact, I’m writing a bit today, which is nice, so stay tuned!
*A pantser writer writes by the seat of his or her pants, while a plotter is more disciplined, and maps their story out much more clearly before and during the writing process.