If you’re
like most writers with families, day jobs, or other community duties, you might
think you qualify to join the circus.
First, there
are three rings in a circus, and while you might prefer to think you’re the
ringmaster, you might instead be a performer in one of those rings. RINGMASTERS
stand in one place, don’t they? They crack the whip, announce the next event,
all the while dressed to the teeth in a fabulous outfit complete with top hat
and tall black boots. Nary a hair out of place, or a smudge of jelly on his red
coat, or a harried look upon his face mars his perfection. No, we are
definitely not the ringmaster. You might as well admit some invisible puppet
master is behind the scenes directing the hours in your day.
Circuses
have JUGGLERS. Yep, I bet you just said, “That’s me! I juggle so many things in
the course of a day. I breathlessly stay on my toes, hoping I don’t drop the
ball, or miss a cue, or confuse one thing for another and make a mess of
everything. Yes, that’s me—I’m a Juggler.”
Circuses
have HIGH WIRE PERFORMERS. You say, “That more closely resembles me going
through my day—walking a fine line, meeting deadlines, carpooling the kids,
making doctors’ appointments on time, taking my turn at the Food Bank, or
making my word count for the week. That’s me—I’m a High Wire Performer.
Circuses
have performers—sometimes animals, sometimes humans—who jump through hoops.
Maybe you are really a PERFORMER WHO JUMPS THROUGH HOOPS. You re-write an
entire chapter at the request of an editor, you try to remember your husband’s
instructions on taking the car to the repair shop, or you forgot the one dozen
cupcakes for your child’s school the next day, so you stay up until midnight to
complete the task, or…fill in the blanks.
We are a
busy people, aren’t we? Circuses are supposed to be fun. Children squeal with
laughter, parents smile when they see their son or daughter clap with delight,
and the entire audience applauds every feat.
Hmm,
something’s missing here. Fun? Are we having fun yet? Yes, I suppose we are,
although some days might make us want to shut our bedroom door, crawl under the
covers, and sleep the day away.
Personally,
I’ve never cared for circuses, and my children didn’t either. Somehow, it all
seemed more like work, and at times, a little cruel, and too controlled.
So, I prefer
to see my life, especially my writing life, as an ADVENTURE. Sure, I sometimes
walk that high wire to make a deadline; or I juggle three things at once in
order to get my blog written, my 1000 words for the week, and my most recent
edits finished; or I jump through hoops to please my editor, my publisher, my
husband, my readers, and hopefully, somewhere along the way…myself.
But I won't quit writing until it ceases to be fun.
Celia Yeary-Romance...and a little bit 'o Texas
