When life gets in the way of creativity, is it interference or is it writing material?

I started to apologize for my recent lack of creative output and say “I let too much interfere with my writing the past few weeks.” But I suddenly realized that real life is not interference, it’s the foundation on which every story is built.

It would be easy to complain about the past couple of weeks since they included an attempted (faked attempted) suicide, an arm that broke due to cancer, and a dog rescue that ended up in euthanasia.

But that’s not interference, that’s just life.

I always thought things would get easier as I got older. Especially since I stopped drinking, found a new career, and make a decent living. I also found the parts and pieces that I needed to pull together and form the beginnings of a writing career.

However, the truth is that life doesn’t necessarily get any easier, it just gets a different kind of hard.

We grow older and with that comes death. Maybe not our own, but since the age bracket we now belong to is more likely to become ill, our parents and some friends begin to reach terminal velocity, and the law of averages starts working against us, we eventually start to resemble the cast from Final Destination.

Death plays games with us later in life, but so does life. Family emergencies are more frequent now, many of which would be much simpler if it wasn’t for the 850 mile distance between myself and everyone else I’m related to.

But all of that isn’t really interference, it’s experience. Perspective is key here — it’s easy to see this stuff as nothing more than a major distraction from our Best Seller ambitions, but it’s actually the exact content we need to fill the pages.

Authentic is authentic, you can’t write misery unless you live misery. You can’t paint a picture of beauty or tragedy unless you have experienced the pain or pleasure.

You can’t create a believable story that you have not lived in some fashion.

A simple change in perspective brings the last month to life on my internal projection screen, and watching the replay gives me plenty to write about.

The variety of topics is suddenly rich and deep, so stay tuned.

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