Well, those three months went really, really fast! I’ve missed you all and would love to know what you’ve been doing.
I haven’t been around for a while because I was off gallivanting around Australia with my hubby and two young children. We drove, we bushwalked, we went places we’ve never been, we pushed boundaries, we swam, we ate, we drank, we met amazing people, we relaxed, and we had the most awesome time ever. The pink line on the map still blows me away …
What I didn’t do was write … much.
I went into this trip filled with optimism, and with the best intentions of writing every day, because I should have had all the time in the world. But all I managed was the daily blog post (which I’m so glad I did because my memory is not what it used to be), and a few scribbles in my notebooks as we were bumping along those outback roads. Reading it when I got home was an entirely different challenge.
At the time this was perfectly fine, because I was so busy with everything else, and all the fun we were having, that I didn’t give it a second thought. Now … I’m feeling conflicted. One minute I wish I’d set aside a little more time to spend with my laptop, then the next I remember all the things we did instead. The first few days back at home I felt guilty because I hadn’t reached my goal of getting the draft done for the final book in my series. I was on a downer because our adventure was over. Then while I was slapping myself on the wrist, telling myself to get over it, reality was whacking me in the face. And when I thought about it some more, I’m actually glad I didn’t spend any time engrossed in my imaginary worlds, because I had all that time to spend with my children and reconnect with my family.
What is the point to all this rambling you ask?
I guess I’m trying to say that even though I’m a writer and author, it’s not the only thing about me and my life that matters. I’m also a wife, mother, friend, reader, artist, graphic designer, adventure seeker, uni student, and so many other things. We all have goals, and we should try our best to achieve them, but sometimes it’s okay to take time off from any part of our lives. Sometimes doing that is the best thing, and we should never lose sight of what is most important to us. Even though I have a million and one things I want to do before I die, my family is at the top of my most important list, and if I needed to take three months off from doing something I love to spend it with them, then it was totally worth it, because I can only watch my kids grow up once.
Our trip was amazing. So amazing I can’t really put it into words. And even though I didn’t write like I’d planned to, I’ve come away with more worldly experience, priceless memories, and a brain full of fuel for future writing.
K. A. Last has just come back from a huge three month trip. She is the YA author of Sacrifice, Fall For Me, Fight For Me, and Immagica. She drinks lots of tea, is obsessed with Buffy, and loves all things purple (it used to be pink). K. A. Last hangs out on Facebook or you can find her on twitter and Goodreads. She’s also been known to blog once in a while.