My world fell to pieces a bit this weekend. If not for the supreme graciousness and generosity of a friend, I would be without a place to stay. The guy and I are moving again, but at least there will be a roof over our heads, and we get to keep our puppy. She has brought joy to life in hardship.
I am determined to see this latest turn of events in the most positive way possible. There is much good that can come of this arrangement. I will work hard to turn the few recent job opportunities that have emerged into something more solid.
I will not allow these times to crush me. I will not give up on my dreams or my writing. I see that so easily a person could, in my circumstance, elect to abandon past goals in favor of more practical pursuits. But I refuse.
It can't be like this forever. I can't have bad luck forever, not with how hard I have worked to change my own life. If I can complete a manuscript surrounded by this much adversity, I will become faster, better and hopefully less distract-able.
Strength and discipline and good writing are forged from life's trials. I keep reminding myself of this.
Have you found that your writing grew after tough times in your life?