So, I’d had a crazier than normal shift at the Evil Day Job, ending with a resident who was talking to someone no one else could see – probably one of the ghost children who roam the halls. (Seriously. Several residents are plagued by them.)
But anyhow, I was talking to a friend about it on FB, and we had the following conversation:
DM: Maybe you need to take a stress ball to work with you.
Me: I’d probably bounce it off a few heads.
DM: *Snickers* Well, that DOES help with stress…
DM: One of those isoflex sand filled are stress things wouldn’t be so bad. You can’t bounce it off someone at least. Can still throw it but…
Me: I’d rather have something hard…
That led to a discussion of various types of balls and which ones hurt the most. She reminded me about wiffle balls, but I settled on bowling balls as my weapon of choice. (They bounce! Sort of.)
Anyhow, we went on to other things, like my sudden obsession with Pentatonix, and I commented that I needed a topic for a blog post.
DM: Talk about balls. That would be interestingly hilarious.
Our conversation cycled back to Pentatonix, then back to my lack of a blog topic.
DM: Hey I gave you a suggestion, you didn’t like the balls.
Me: My mind slipped into a different direction when you said that and I almost replied “It’s not that kind of a blog.”
DM: ROFL! My mind’s already down that gutter. Why do you think I said it like that?
Me: Well, it’s still not that kind of balls.
Don’t you mean blog?
Me: Balls, blog… at this point, they both start with a “B”
DM: Good point.
Me: Okay, balls it is.
And, that, dear reader, is why you are now reading a blog post about balls. Blame it on Daelyn Morgana.
(And it’s still not that kind of blog. Nor is this post about that kind of balls.)
Writing novels while working an Evil Day Job is a lot like juggling a bunch of balls. (Not that kind of balls!)
(Although, there are days…)
Anyhow, there are all the normal writerly balls: the writing ball, the plotting and outlining ball, the editing ball, the revising ball, the promoting ball (I drop that one a lot), the wrangling of plot bunnies ball, etc.
And then there are the normal non-writerly balls: the stuff to do around the house ball, the keeping up with the rest of the world ball, the errand running ball, the cooking and eating ball, the laundry ball, the pets ball, etc.
And then there are the EDJ balls: the getting dressed to go there ball (hey, I’m an introvert and a would be hermit – leaving the house just isn’t my thing, okay?), the dealing with people ball, the pulled in seventeen directions at once but still need to get tasks done on time ball (welcome to the wonderful world of nursing), the keep everyone alive and safe until the end of shift ball…
And then I come home and stare at my computer wishing I had the energy to juggle the writerly balls.
So, yeah, when they say it takes balls to be a writer, they don’t necessarily mean that kind of balls.