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Is it Therapy or Avoidance?

It’s early evening, I’m bored, I have nothing else to do – except clean house, start the dishwasher, or do laundry. Do I do any of those things? No. I sit down and start to write. Why? Is it because writing is therapeutic? Partially. But I had an epiphany a few days ago, and came to the realization that I use writing as a way of avoiding doing something else. Though writing can be very beneficial to me, does it pay the bills yet? No, nor does it clean the house, mop the floor or any of the other endless tasks that need doing on a daily basis. I find myself looking at the dust on my antique reed organ and think, “Why bother? It will still be there tomorrow.” And it will, though a tad deeper than it is right now.

Writing is also an excellent way to ignore my children when they are fighting. It fills the gaps between meals rather nicely, and keeps me from snacking (though the coffee consumption tends to go up in direct proportion to my hours at the com…