What’s Important?

What is important? That’s a question I struggle with every day. I’ve certainly spoken about it in this forum enough. When it comes right down to it, what’s important is what I woke up at 5:30 this morning to do — my writing. What’s also important is my wife and my friends and my family. Aside from that, there really isn’t much I couldn’t live without.

The utterly disastrous failure of EarlForAmerica.com… In the end, I suppose that doesn’t matter. The Clarkwoods checking account bleeding money because I haven’t sold more than two or three books all year… That doesn’t matter either. Having to go to work every day for someone else when I’d rather be at home working for myself… It’s a small price to pay.

What’s important, what’s vital to my life, is that feeling I get after two hours spent laboring over the art that I call my own. When 7:30 rolled around this morning I felt on top of the world. What I wrote may not be good. It may be brilliant. Either way, it doesn’t matter. The very act of telling stories is what drives me and I’ve finally gotten back to it.

It took the residency to reinvigorate me but I expected it would take as much. Now I’m just hoping I can keep this up.