Wednesday, October 26
Is It Worth It?
Things take time. More than once, I have wondered if I really have the time to write. Kids, girlfriend, hobbies, work, blah, blah. Almost all of that has to come first. Hell, this year hobbies even have to come first, too. (Just not enough money to spend on Christmas this year, think large family)
Where do I find the time to sit down and write? I don't. The time finds me. A fifteen minute break happens along and I jot down a few notecards. They don't even have to be part of what I am working on, they just are. I trust my subconscious to tell me where they belong. Plus, when I need an all around nifty scene, I can flip through and just go with it.
When I am working with residents who don't talk, I tell them a story. Wahoo! I got a scene already fleshed out. If it was good, I remember it. Either way, the resident at least gotten some entertainment.
Free hour before work, you say? Hah! Just write. Don't edit, backtrack, or look outside the window. Print it out and do it later. If you don't trust me, trust PBW.
Fifteen minutes until dinner is done and I am digging out the hardcopies and editing. Snip here, chop there, and I am done with that part. Then, when I am blocked in front of the computer, I can type-in those edits.
Some say that I am missing out on life. To me, these moments would only be wasted by not writing. But, writing is the way I express my life. I want to be published, so I want to do the work. Someday, I will get there. Come hell, high water, or "no" time.