Some say that at seven years, most people start to re-evaluate their relationship. Why am I with this person? And what if there's something better out there for me?
Well, I've been married for almost seven years... but that's not what I'm talking about. Hubs and I are still going strong, with nary an itch in sight. Nope, I'm talking about the other major relationship in my life - me and my writing.
Writing and I have been together for seven years now and I might be getting the itch. I've been thinking a lot lately about why I'm still doing this and wondering whether I shouldn't just get a job ringing up groceries. (Lord knows there'd be more money and less stress. "Paper or plastic?" How hard can it be?)
Of course, during the research for this post, I also found where other people were relating the seven year itch to VD. I've got the writerly clap? Figures. Maybe I spent too much time hopping from one genre bed to the other, trying to find the right one, that I caught something itchy. I wonder if penicillin works for writerly diseases...
Anyway, I still love Writing - I think. I remember why I fell in love with it in the first place. It's just that I'm bored with our relationship. I'm doing all the work and Writing is just laying there, drinking beer and watching infomercials with one hand down its pants scratching its nether regions.
I want the romance back. I want it to take me dancing - or at least give me a reason to dance. I need a little sizzle.
As with everything, this too shall pass. I'll find the romance again. It's not like this hasn't happened before. This time, though, just feels longer and harder - and not in a good way, if you know what I mean.