When I tell people I'm a writer, I feel like a liar. Yes, I write every single day, all day, at work, but I have a difficult time making time to write for myself. And, writers are supposed to read. I read on average, 1-2 books a month, but that's not nearly enough. I wish it were more like one a week.
I've been able to make myself read and write more at times, but only in spurts. I challenged myself to blog every day for the month of December and was able to pound out 31 posts throughout the month.
Saying that I don't have time isn't an excuse. It's like people who say they don't have time to exercise. I simply don't believe it. If exercise is something you really want to do, then you do it. "I don't have time to exercise" means "I don't make time for exercise." And it's the same with making time to write.
So what's the solution? To do it. Since I rarely have time after work (I'm at the gym, or at French class, or stopping by the store to get stuff for dinner), I'm going to start waking up a little bit earlier every day so I can write in the mornings. So see you tomorrow morning, and the next morning and the next. I have to get in the habit of doing this now before it's too late.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
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One way to combat this is to force yourself to write something for yourself every day, no matter what. It can be s single sentence. It can be a novella. But it's kind of like going to the gym; you just have to find time to do it. And you can do it, Betsy!
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