While I'm in my urban cabin writing/editing and basically isolated from everything in life, my father's in ill health. I don't have a car and I'm an hour from him by bus. It's hard to write when I'm feeling he might not be there much longer. I already had that ordeal with Mom.
It's not a boss is keeping me at work, except it is. My only income is disability. I feel I must get off of it. While I haven't sold or made any money at writing, it's essential that I do, and soon. I have deadline in January. This draft has to be done by then, and so far I've been working too slow. That's been the story of my life.
Because I've been sleeping my work time has narrowed. I have a different project that's made for quicker money, but it, too, is on spec.
The problem is I should have been writing thirty years ago, but instead I looked for something to support me while writing. That was a big long series of fails. I had too much trauma behind me and too many hidden medical problems. If I had started writing then I wouldn't be facing the dilemma now of work vs. family. Where just trying to start my writing career takes time I could be helping my father.
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