A Writer’s Musings: The Muse vs Time
Balancing Passion and Reality
This week in Tannille World, there were issues surrounding the pesky thing called time management. A new physio block started up again, or as I like to call it, PT (personal training is way sexier). Working on those Britney Spears abs. PT says to work harder.
The house needed cleaning and then there were the joys of other life commitments. I dropped the ball this week and forgot to put a food order in because my head is everywhere. Literally — thanks to The Muse, she’s been acting like a kid in a toy store. The juggle of life and energy is challenging.
On the writing side of life;
- I want to post 3 times a week. And this week looks like this; Monday ✅, Wednesday ✅, Friday ❌.
- I want to get back into my novel world, The ImmorTales. It sort of happened, I flung shiz at the screen (normal people would call it brainstorming).
- I want to write a serial. Hello, the rabbit hole of research.
- I want to go to my writers’ group.
See the glaring issue? Sometimes we want to do so many things. Try new things. But we can’t. We’re all a slave to time and energy. The Muse is throwing a tantrum. She doesn’t like to be reined in. I am faced with the reminder — I can’t do everything. Trying to do everything leads to burnout. And I learnt my lesson with 2022 being the year of nothing gives me joy. Burnout = Muse death.
As it turns out, I have the sniffles. Hay fever most likely. Nothing major. But these days we can’t rule out our dear friend, COVID. Instead of infecting my writer friends, I stayed home and freed up my Sunday to play catch-up.
And here I am rambling like Eeyore.
SLAM DUNK — this is my 3rd post this week. Just a writer’s musing. Nothing special. It’s not the Friday post I wanted, but an unexpected Sunday night dribble. And damn it, my weeks start on a Monday. I’m taking this micro victory. Happy dance.
Now, please excuse me I have to go plan for next week.
If you enjoy my musings let me know. I usually log my week in my writing journal as a reflective tool. Here’s my last one… My, my how everything changes.






