Ouch!
I've been smacked with a guilt trip…
And I
don’t know why I should feel so guilty.
You
see…
I
employ a cleaning lady once a week…
So why
should I feel guilty that she’s working hard…
While
I’m sitting in my office chair laughing?
Do I
need to explain that I am a writer…
And part
of being a writer…
Is
thinking…
And often I laugh at what I’m thinking.
But
she looks at me like I’m a slacker.
Hey!
I’m a writer! This is what writers do, OK?
And yes…
Is working…
It’s called social networking…
A necessity in this business of writing.
And though at times my eyes are closed…
I am not dozing…
I am imagining. That can be hard work.
And OK, OK, OK…
Playing Candy Crush Saga is not working/writing…
I say to her in my head, squinting my eyes…
While hiding
my iPhone as she walks by me.
But playing games clears my mind…
So more creative thoughts can enter in.
Jheeze!
Even
I don’t know believe that ruse.
But
really…
Though
my fingers aren’t on my keyboard typing…
I am
thinking. Creating. Plotting.
So tell
me…
Ever
feel guilty that while you're having fun...
During the creative process of writing…
Others have to trudge the drudge?
Always,
Em-Musing
