Balance, or lack thereof
As I was nuking another frozen dinner I realized something: my life is a seesaw. One on side we have writing and on the other side nutrition. When I'm writing a novel the seesaw tips down and oh look! There's nutrition, way up on the other side kicking her legs and shouting, "You need vegetables!"
"Nah, you don't," writing says, pushing his feet around in the dirt.
"Let me down. She needs vitamins."
"No doing. She likes it the way it is," writing says.
Sadly, writing is correct. When the writing is moving along in a steady, satisfying way, I'm more than happy to eat meals that take 3 minutes to prepare and 5 minutes to consume. Any more time and I get antsy, anxious to return to my characters. My breakfast and lunch patterns don't change, because those are structured around my day job. But dinner definitely gets sacrificed. In the past week I think most of my dinners came from the freezer and there may have been one that wasn't dinner so much as several mini-grazing trips through the pantry.
I wonder if other writers do this, or perhaps they have people that take care of them and feed them healthy meals.
Hmmm. I should get me one of those.