I got a little off track around the time of Jen's surgery and didn't really make any progress. My mind just wasn't in the right place. I'm not saying that in hopes to use it as an excuse; it's just fact. My mind wasn't in the right place and I didn't do too well for the past week or so. However, that time has passed and I'm back in a good place. My mind is free from distraction and it's back to being focused on getting healthy.
Another thing I'm focused on is writing. I like to write in my free time. In fact, that's what I want to do for a living - write. Sure, I love cooking and working as a chef is fun and (occasionally) rewarding, but writing makes me happy. Not that I don't find happiness working as a chef, it's just that my creativity is extremely limited at my current job which is very frustrating. Writing, on the other hand, allows me to use my creativity and it is sooooo much more rewarding. I can literally write whatever I want.
Poems, stories, lyrics, whatever - I'm a writer at heart. And, I take it seriously. The way I write online is not the way I write when I'm working on a project. Here, I just type what I'm thinking and it often comes out as if I were talking. I have a very loose and casual writing style when I post things online. For instance, I often start sentences with something like, "So, the other day..." or some other variant of super casual speak. But, when I'm writing, my style is tighter, more controlled. Focused. So, when I'm not focused, my writing suffers. Now that I'm focused again I can get back to writing.
What are you writing now, Chef? Oh, a lot of things. Ironically, even though it takes a tremendous amount of focus to write and work on my projects, I have a hard time staying focused on ONE project. So, I usually end up jumping back and forth between pieces I'm currently working on at the moment. Right now? I have three novels I'm working on, a children's book, some short stories and a whole bunch of random ass poetry. Is any of it done? HAHAHA, nope. Hell, I started working on my first book a good seven years ago or some shit and I'm still not finished with it. But, now that my focus has returned I'm hoping to dig into it and finally finish my first novel.
One of the coolest feelings is watching Jen, my wife, working on her art. She loves it. It makes her happy (and she's insanely good at it). And, just the thought of her being able to do that for a living- art, the thing she loves, the thing that makes her happy - puts a smile on my face. So, why not do that for myself? Why not do the thing I love, the thing that makes me happy for a living?
I've always wanted a little cabin to which I could escape - a quiet, relaxing cabin with no distractions, in the middle of the woods, free from the worries of the world - where I could write. Just write. Or, a big office, shelves full of books, my personally library, a big desk, chairs and couches, comforting surroundings - where I could lock myself away for a few hours every day and work on my writing. I want that. I want that shit. So, I'm going to go get it. I just need to stay focused and work. On my body and my writing.