Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Time's A-Wasting (IWSG June 3, 2015)
This is my monthly post for IWSG = Insecure Writers' Support Group (click for the link). Alex J Cavanaugh (may his tribe increase) started it and it has, for me, provided wisdom, understanding, laughter, and a lot of thought. Sign up! Read!
I used to like a song, quite a few years back, when I was convinced that life was dire and laughter was an accident. I think it was sung by Connie Stevens. At any rate, it had a line in it that stayed with me:
(Tick-Tock) If time is so fleeting
(Tick-Tock) Why wait?
(Tick-Tock) Too soon we may find it's
(Tick-Tock) Too late.
I was still in my teens, was going to be around forever, and like the poet said, I 'Shined in my angel infancy'. I was invincible (well, if my Dad was on my side) I was wise (if I didn't look too closely at what I did and said) and fabulously talented (like a whole lot of other people).
Time passed, as it will, years passed, and on my last birthday, mulling over things that had happened and would, I hope, happen, it occurred to me that, based on my genetics and my family history, I had perhaps twenty-five (that's 25) years left to me.
Hm. That's not a lot of time to someone who has left their thirties behind. And I could mention a lot of things that I would love to do, but speaking as a writer, I have to say that my first thought was: Omigosh! I have to finish... And I ticked off, on my fingers, my actual works underway.
That last book of the trilogy I'm working on, with #2 due out soon. The...let me see...four books that I know of in my Egyptian series. The notes I've assembled for the paranormal mystery set in Philadelphia. The children's fable (which, actually, will be coming out in about a month and a half... must get cracking).
And I can dawdle like anyone. Worse than anyone, in fact. When would these get written? And how could I not write them? I had no time!
Or do I?