Putting In The Time
Somewhere between high school and college I figured out the meaning in life. I knew this was a big deal because all around me were people lost and unhappy. But somehow, I figured it out. And for most part it allowed me to live a happy, charmed, and blessed life. Here is the secret: Follow Your Dreams
Living my dreams lead me to graduate hish school graduate, and college graduate, buy a house, had some kids, traveled through the US and Costa Rica, and finally I got married.
The one thing I've been working on that has yet to happen is to be a writer, publish a book, and then publish lots of books.
I've been talking about being a writer for years, I would sneak an hour there or an hour here. But something has changed. I’m not happy with stolen hours. Writing wants to take over my life. My spirit is uneasy and I'm at war with myself. I talked to my hubby and we worked out a schedule where he would help out more at home and I would work on finishing my novels.
Coincidentally this coincided with the beginning of the year. So for the Month of January I averaged 30 hours of writing on top of a normal 40 hour work week. Those numbers are pretty incredible.
Here is what I've learned from looking at writing as a part time job and trying to quiet spirit.
1. A stolen hour is not enough (side note: its better than nothing). It takes a long ass time to make headway on a novel. It takes a long ass time to edit. It takes at least an hour to get into flow. So sitting for just an hour is akin to sitting for 10 minutes. A writing/editing session should be three to four hours.
2. I can't work from home. No work gets done. There is the TV, my sexy husband, wine, TiVo. My adorable ten year old, Dishes. So I go to McDonald's or Panera Bread. It's interesting to see the regulars. The people who show up at the same time every day. I am one of those people.
3. I love it. When I look at the numbers, I feel like I should be mad at all the time I've put in. But I'm ecstatic. I love writing, and now I'm not so mad about editing. I used to hate it because I felt like it ate away so much time, but now that I have more time. I see an end to it, so it's not such a big deal.
I'm curious though.... What do you think the meaning of life is?
Living my dreams lead me to graduate hish school graduate, and college graduate, buy a house, had some kids, traveled through the US and Costa Rica, and finally I got married.
The one thing I've been working on that has yet to happen is to be a writer, publish a book, and then publish lots of books.
I've been talking about being a writer for years, I would sneak an hour there or an hour here. But something has changed. I’m not happy with stolen hours. Writing wants to take over my life. My spirit is uneasy and I'm at war with myself. I talked to my hubby and we worked out a schedule where he would help out more at home and I would work on finishing my novels. Coincidentally this coincided with the beginning of the year. So for the Month of January I averaged 30 hours of writing on top of a normal 40 hour work week. Those numbers are pretty incredible.
Here is what I've learned from looking at writing as a part time job and trying to quiet spirit.
1. A stolen hour is not enough (side note: its better than nothing). It takes a long ass time to make headway on a novel. It takes a long ass time to edit. It takes at least an hour to get into flow. So sitting for just an hour is akin to sitting for 10 minutes. A writing/editing session should be three to four hours.
2. I can't work from home. No work gets done. There is the TV, my sexy husband, wine, TiVo. My adorable ten year old, Dishes. So I go to McDonald's or Panera Bread. It's interesting to see the regulars. The people who show up at the same time every day. I am one of those people.
3. I love it. When I look at the numbers, I feel like I should be mad at all the time I've put in. But I'm ecstatic. I love writing, and now I'm not so mad about editing. I used to hate it because I felt like it ate away so much time, but now that I have more time. I see an end to it, so it's not such a big deal.
I'm curious though.... What do you think the meaning of life is?
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