I can remember my mum telling me that, whatever else I could do, I couldn’t find more than twenty-four hours in a day. She wasn’t trying to limit me; she was trying to stop me burning out. As someone who was a Girl Guide, played a musical instrument, worked hard at school, had a morning newspaper round, spent two or three evenings a week babysitting for neighbours, had a Saturday job, etc., time was a precious commodity that I manipulated and twisted with the recklessness of youthful naivete. I would wind myself so tight that, inevitably, I would snap.
Despite the years which have passed, I still fill my time to the brim. My primary job is one that I very rarely switch off from; it is an indelible part of my psyche. For years I have given the majority of my evenings and weekends to doing that job in the best way possible. I am thankful to have a sense of vocation and to spend my time in the pursuit of making others’ lives better.
And then I started writing.
Over the last three years I have found myself in the enviable position of having a second vocation. I love writing: the craft, the creativity and the community. There is nothing like hearing from readers about how much my words, my characters have touched them. Even forcing my naturally introverted self to attend signings has resulted in some of the most joyous moments of my life.
But, as my career in education grows, I am finding it ever more difficult to find the time and mental capacity to continue being an author. I have always kept a clear sense of separation between these two worlds and have been honest about the fact that my job in education has to take priority as it pays my bills.
I’m at one of those points where, if she were still alive, Mum would be repeating her reminder about the number of hours in the day. My husband has recently become my self-appointed time manager, forcing me to take rest time and I know that means he’s worried.
So what is the answer? As easy as it would be to say I solely commit to the world of education, it would hurt me so much to stop writing that any gain in time would be outweighed by the sadness. What I can try is to stop being an author. To stop the time spent on social media. To stop the time spent trying to develop my profile within the book community. To stop the time spent not-writing. I know that this will mean less publicity and fewer sales but that doesn’t concern me. Losing time with readers does.
So, between now and Christmas, I’m going to put my author life on hiatus. I will still be writing whenever time allows. Both Curve and Heart will only be available via Amazon as part of my determination to keep things simple. I may check in on social media occasionally but, if anyone needs to contact me, my email address can be found on the Contact Me tab above.
As I blow out one end of the candle I’m burning at both ends, I’m making a wish: to be able to relight it in a few months’ time so that it will burn brighter and stronger.
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Take care of yourself Nicola! Your readers will still be here. Come back whenever you are ready. I hope you are feeling stronger and happier after your well deserved break. 🙂 xxx