There’s an old saying about burning the candle at both ends that’s somehow become a theme in my life. And not just now. When I was in my twenties my mom would get on me about cutting myself some slack and taking a break, and one time when she called to ask how I was doing I said “I think the candle sprung another wick.”
Can you guess what I got for Christmas that year?
Needless to say, I haven’t really slowed down since. Well, I suppose I slowed down a bit while I was in Mexico, but I’m completely back to my pre-sabbatical pace. (I can call that a sabbatical, right?) I’m baffled when people my age say that they’re bored, or that they spent an entire day watching television, or slept in until the afternoon. Don’t they have THINGS to do?
The downside of burning all three wicks is something usually has to give. Right now it’s my writing. I’m thinking about my story every single day, and the subplots are bouncing around in my mind, but I haven’t written anything new and it’s really getting frustrating. I know many of you will say to just sit down and write, and I’m really trying. I WANT to write.
It’s just those other wicks are very demanding.