Busy is bossy and thinks itself better than creative.
Busy tells me to keep going and keep saying yes. To do what needs to be done, not what I want to do. But cramming commitments into my day leaves me at the mercy of my schedule. And I’m left with precious little margin for writing, rest and play.
Busy tells me I can write tomorrow because I have too much to do today. Tomorrow it will say the same thing. A bit of a deceiver, you know. Like that bag of baby carrots that looks great in the package but is slimy to the touch.
If I want to be a writer and I’m too busy to write, I need to make different choices. Writing deserves a place on my calendar every single day, not just in October. Now is the only time I have.