Diary of Being a Writer; Week 193

All I want for Christmas is to write.

My obsession with writing is not going away. I would have thought that at 194 weeks into this writing journey with nothing to show for it, I would be flagging by now. I would have thought that I would be ready to give up. That I would accept that this is never going to happen for me. I mean, even if it does, even if I got a book deal, it won’t change my life dramatically. I won’t suddenly be able to quit my job and start swanning around bookstores signing copies of my latest novel. But despite all that, I still want to write more. I have more story ideas. More genres I want to explore, more stories I want to tell. And I don’t have enough time. Today I have to go to work. And I have a bit of a headache. If I didn’t have to work, I would just do some writing and then take my headache to bed or vice versa, but I have to counsel people. I need to get some rest and hopefully get rid of this headache so I can do my job well.
The list of things I resent for taking time and energy from writing gets longer every day.
The main two that I resent are my work and my health.
Obviously, my work is able to balance my resentment with the fact that I get to help people, and I get paid for it. This allows me to pay the bills and eat while I write, so you know I can only resent it so much.
My health, however. If there is yet another glitch in…