It's possibly the biggest obstacle to following your dreams of writing that novel, or submitting that article, or working on your dream of writing poetry: "I don't have the time."
"Maybe after I'm retired."
"Maybe after the kids are all in school."
"Maybe when I'm finished with my degree."
"Maybe....."
The problem with maybes is that they are just another form of excuses, wrapped up in the guise of rationality and reality. No one has the time for writing. No one. Writing is like anything else that's worthwhile; you must make the time to do it.
Stephen King certainly didn't have the time to write when he was starting out. He wrote in the laundry room of the trailer he and his wife lived in while working at a laundry and finishing his degree. He snuck in minutes and hours to write even though he was dead tired. He made it work.
J.K. Rowling wrote the first Harry Potter book by letting her infant daughter fall asleep in the stroller during a walk and quickly ducking into a coffee shop to scribble as much as she could before the baby woke.
Steve could have easily said "forget it---I want to relax!" Jo Rowling had every right to say "I haven't slept in a week--I'm going home to take a nap while she sleeps!" But they didn't. They sat, and they wrote, because they had to---because something inside burned more fiercely than the need for sleep, or free time, or whatever else they could have been doing at the time.
When you want to write, you make the time.
Michigan-based novelist Loren D. Estleman wrote a book a while back titled
Writing the Popular Novel
. In the chapter in which he advises about developing a writing routine and finding a place to write, he wrote this:
"...hours are made of minutes strung together, and in the end no one can tell if they came all in a lump or piece by piece over the course of a year."
I had this taped above my computer for a long time, and it still runs through my head when I start whining that I don't have time to write something I've been meaning to write. No one is saying that you have to block off four hours a day in which to write---I can't think of anyone who can manage that. But can you devote fifteen minutes to it? Can you give it a half hour while you're eating lunch at your desk? Can you scribble that novel out in longhand while you wait for the kids to finish up with hockey practice or ballet rehearsal? Can you get up a half-hour earlier? Can you go to sleep a half-hour later?
If the answer is no, then you don't really want to write. It's that simple.
So, what are you going to do, today, to work toward getting started on that novel/poem/article/book proposal? You can do it. If someone like me, who has very little willpower and zero time to go to the bathroom let alone write articles/blogs/books can manage to fit it in, you can, too. I know you can.
Thursday, November 20. 2008 at 11:34 (Link) (Reply)
Thursday, November 20. 2008 at 11:45 (Link) (Reply)
It was a good ramble. And I absolutely get what you're saying--I know that I need those chunks of time to write anything that I expect to be remotely publishable (the only time I have for that is after all of the kids are asleep). But I think that we're not at odds, really. It's been my experience that once you start grabbing those fifteen and thirty minute chunks of time, they'll expand because you'll realize you can't stay away. And you do end up sacrificing other things---you have to! But the first step is to get started, and admit that if you really, really want to write, you have to steal time where you can.
Thanks so much for commenting!
Thursday, November 20. 2008 at 11:44 (Link) (Reply)
Since I'm not really a "writer", I find it incredibly hard to get anything done in 15 minutes here and 15 minutes there. It takes me a long time to get in the proper frame of mind to write something that isn't crap.
Thursday, November 20. 2008 at 11:49 (Link) (Reply)
I know what you mean, but I'm coming from the point of view of "you have to start somewhere." You've been blogging for a while now, so you know how much time you really need. Someone who's been putting it off may find that fifteen minutes of sitting still, staring at the blank page is all they can take. For certain things, I have to work in tiny chunks of time, otherwise nothing would get done. It's a start