Frustrated
I'm tearing my hair out with frustration here. All I want to do is to have the chance to write. I'm in an enviable position in that I have some savings and don't need to work for the next year or so. I wanted to use this time to write. I worked hard for years and I believe I've earned a break. Great, right? Wrong.
Time spent in "playing" at the computer, typing away at my short stories or working on my second novel, is time when my girlfriend feels ignored. After an hour or so she grows moody and starts to complain. I'm obsessed, she'll tell me. Other people don't sit and ignore their partners. Sometimes she'll put a film on, and then I have 90 minutes more freedom in which to work (I've grown used to working with the TV blaring). But when the film stops, so must the writing. If it doesn't, she'll demand I speak to her or she'll just stomp around the room in a rage, clatter pans in the sink, put her awful, grating, whining, teeth-grinding music on the stereo.
I'd like to be able to treat my writing as a job. If I had the chance to work 5 or 6 hours a day at it, I'd be thrilled. When my girlfriend was working, it was bliss. I could write all day. Now that she's not, things are impossible. If I escape to another room, I'm shunning her, and she won't stand for that. I've tried getting up early and staying up late. Both are unacceptable. If I'm not there to cuddle her when she wakes up, like boyfriends are supposed to do, sparks will fly. If I don't come to bed soon after her, she feels unloved and can't sleep. Then she'll come back through in a mood.
It's as though my computer is another woman.
My first manuscript is in the hands of a reputable agent who has requested changes. Right now, I can't see how I'm going to find the time to do this. The hour a day I might grab feels woefully inadequate, more so because there's always a thundercloud in the room ready to burst.
I've tried to compromise. Give me a couple of hours, please, without interruption. Inevitably, this sparks an argument. I take her out several times a week. Every moment I'm not writing is spent with her. But it's never enough. I'm always distant, she'll say. And I suppose that's true; my mind is always on the stories I'm not getting a chance to write.
Please, is there anyone out there who can give me some advice? How do you juggle your work and social life? I don't want to have to choose between my writing and the woman I love. I want both. Is that too much to ask?
Or am I just being a whining git?
Time spent in "playing" at the computer, typing away at my short stories or working on my second novel, is time when my girlfriend feels ignored. After an hour or so she grows moody and starts to complain. I'm obsessed, she'll tell me. Other people don't sit and ignore their partners. Sometimes she'll put a film on, and then I have 90 minutes more freedom in which to work (I've grown used to working with the TV blaring). But when the film stops, so must the writing. If it doesn't, she'll demand I speak to her or she'll just stomp around the room in a rage, clatter pans in the sink, put her awful, grating, whining, teeth-grinding music on the stereo.
I'd like to be able to treat my writing as a job. If I had the chance to work 5 or 6 hours a day at it, I'd be thrilled. When my girlfriend was working, it was bliss. I could write all day. Now that she's not, things are impossible. If I escape to another room, I'm shunning her, and she won't stand for that. I've tried getting up early and staying up late. Both are unacceptable. If I'm not there to cuddle her when she wakes up, like boyfriends are supposed to do, sparks will fly. If I don't come to bed soon after her, she feels unloved and can't sleep. Then she'll come back through in a mood.
It's as though my computer is another woman.
My first manuscript is in the hands of a reputable agent who has requested changes. Right now, I can't see how I'm going to find the time to do this. The hour a day I might grab feels woefully inadequate, more so because there's always a thundercloud in the room ready to burst.
I've tried to compromise. Give me a couple of hours, please, without interruption. Inevitably, this sparks an argument. I take her out several times a week. Every moment I'm not writing is spent with her. But it's never enough. I'm always distant, she'll say. And I suppose that's true; my mind is always on the stories I'm not getting a chance to write.
Please, is there anyone out there who can give me some advice? How do you juggle your work and social life? I don't want to have to choose between my writing and the woman I love. I want both. Is that too much to ask?
Or am I just being a whining git?