Okay, so that’s kinda messed up, but if you’re a writer you probably understand where I’m coming from. We’ve all been there. The black hole that sucks every second of time out of our day, week, or month(s).
That’s where I am. Between moving (love my house and yes, still promise to post pictures), work being crazy for several months, getting sick, RWA nationals, then major sick afterwards, time is not my friend. Yep, very long sentence, but hey, it the nothing can steal my time, then I write a long sentence. Kinda like bread crumbs to find my way.
But I digress.
I used to have a fabulous schedule. I worked the day job, came home and worked on my wip. I’m not an early morning writer and yes, I bow to those of you who can get up at 4:00 AM and write for several hours before the kids wake or it’s time to get ready for the day job. Nights are my time. Or at least they were.
Now it seems that each evening I have something to do in the new house that must be done. Which being sick with the flu didn’t help. My energy went to zero and my writing…yeah well, let’s just say there wasn’t any writing to speak of.
You know it’s a habit. Do it every day for three weeks and it’s easy to settle in. Miss it for a week and somehow it doesn’t fit.
Science Guy and I are almost through unpacking and now he wants to take out one of the walls in the kitchen. Although this is great, it’s also going to mean more time away from the computer. He says he can do it on his own, but really, I know me. I have this need to help thing that makes it hard to leave him to do it on his own.
I’ve promised myself that starting Saturday I’m going back to the old 100x100. Write at least 100 words a day for 100 days. Doesn’t sound like much and really 100 words isn’t much. A half page at best. But the thing is this, once I start and make it past that dreaded three week mark I’ll be back in the swing of things.
And can I add that the request that I received at nationals means rechecking one more time before I send them out. If you’re like me, rechecking also means making some edits and additions where you thought the manuscript was already shinning like a new toy.
I really do love this life of a writer, but sure do wish life would stay out of the way, and I’d find a way around that dread black hole that eats my time.
So, what about you? Do you find your time disappearing? What do you do to keep it from falling off into the abyss?
Writing Wishes and Plotting Dreams,