Have you heard the song Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis?

I finally got the opportunity to hear it this last weekend when I messed up the dates to my friend’s baby shower. Yeah, I got two kidless drives back to my hometown. Long story!

My little boo-boo earned me  45mins of driving without having to hear a Disney movie blaring in the background! I actually got to listen the radio and see what I’ve been missing. Isn’t it amazing how even stolen moments of peace are engerizing?!

The lyrics of the song made me think not of love, but of my writing.

As moms, the slates are kind of stacked against us as far as free time. Essentially, our time is not our own. We have other responsibilities that have to come first. Housework, driving kids to school, homework, playing with our kids, errands, and let’s not forget- making time for darling hubby, too. 

We’re more diversified than Wonder Woman! (and you won’t catch me wearing her costume either!)

Despite all the stolen moments in the world, I never feel like I’m getting enough writing time. Sure, I can squeak in an hour here or there, but I never feel completely satisfied. It’s like wanting a big chunk of chocolate and all you get is a small square of a Hersey’s bar. I always want more!

I’ve recently had a few roadblocks surface and my writing time has suffered. Any spare moment when my thoughts can stray away from the hear and now, I’m thinking about my MS. I’ve got 101 reasons why I should shelve my story and wait until my kids are older and I have more time. But then I think, what about me? What about my time?

Here’s some of  Ms. Leona’s Bleeding Love that helped me put it all into perspective. Check it out:

Trying hard not to hear but they talk so loud
Their piercing sounds fill my ears try to fill me with doubt
Yet I know that the goal is to keep me from falling

But nothing’s greater than the rush
That comes with your embrace
And in this world of loneliness I see your face
Yet everyone around me thinks that I’m going crazy
Maybe, maybe

But I don’t care what they say, I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away but they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein that I keep on closing

Sure, it’s a little dramatic, but writing is dramatic. It’s addictive and consuming. No matter what we have to do, we always find the time to feed our habit. Even if we’ve had a bad night with Critique Partners, a stinging contest comment, family needs, or even the occasional pinched nerve. We keep going back. We keep writing no matter what. We keep bleeding writing.

So, tell me, what recharges you when you’re facing the hurdles life throws at you? For me, it was a simple song and a peaceful 45m drive. What keeps you going?

For more on Sarah, check out her blogs: The Lovestruck Novice and Friday Night Write