Back from a Winter Shaker week at Millay where I worked on pulling together a short story collection.
Back, I'm remembering--and I'm glad--that I have a job where I see lots of students, a house to live in, and a husband to talk to about all that goes on, a teen age daughter to worry about.
Still, all of these good things aren't writing, and I realize that the week at Millay allowed me to live my work all the time, not just for the 2-3 hours a day I manage to steal--if I'm lucky--in "real life."
I know I could never live the life of an artist full time; I need people to see and places to go. It's scary to be alone most of the time with your own head.
But the opportunity Millay offered does remind me of the difference between art and busy-ness, and I'm very grateful for that.
Diane blogs at http://freezeinthedark.blogspot.com/.