However, I am re-learning there just aren’t enough hours in the day to do everything I want and need to do.
(On a related note: I also had my 32nd birthday and have proven to myself that I can no longer, in fact, live off caffeine alone.)
My seeds are planted, some of them, and I have made the heart-wrenching decision to stop roleplaying in the Facebook Star Wars community. It’s just not fun anymore.
However, as soon as I posted that decision, an odd sense of catharsis settled over me. A few tears, a quiet discussion with The Kilted One, and it was done. I feel like I can fully focus on Stormtouched now, in a way I hadn’t been able to for quite a while.
I love Bella and Umbra and Miras and the Drayvens, and they will always be a part of me. Their active time, though, is over. Maybe some day I will finish Bella’s novel, maybe I won’t.
I sat down for the first time this year and really watched my Stormtouched characters, wrote a couple of hundred words, found my major sticking point and am looking for a way around it. I think it may come easier now that my creative attention isn’t being pulled in as many directions.
I haven’t been hit with any lightning bolts yet, but they are forecasting a storm for tomorrow night.