My life is nuts right now. And it doesn’t promise to get better in the near future. Well, I mean, I’ll enjoy the interruptions coming my way, but what they mean is that I’ll have little or no time to do what I’d like–namely write. Make the changes to Give the Lady a Ride that the editor pointed out. Work on Ride’s sequel. Finish Corporate Ladder. Write a few magazine articles. Do better than 3700 words for NaNoWriMo.
Is it true for every writer that when real life interrupts what we love, we sometimes resent it? It is hard enough writing when my time isn’t cut short by trips out of town and approaching holidays. Daily distractions prevent me from getting words on the page. The need to network sometimes overrides the need to create. Exhaustion to the point of inability to develop a cohesive thought prevents work. But if I ever get published, ever snag a contract for three or four books a year, I’m going to have to figure out how to write even when everything seems to be working against the process.
So, Tuesday, I’m here. Tomorrow, I leave town again. Thursday afternoon, I return. Friday, I deal with the dentist–again. Then comes the weekend when writing depends on MSB’s schedule. And finally, next week, I have the entire week to myself. Will I spend it writing, or preparing for MSB’s two-week vacation and Thanksgiving and our annual hunt and Christmas? Will I do what I always do and blow off the rest of the year because it’s steeped in distractions and interruptions, or will I finally figure out how to be productive in what little time I do have?
We’ll see . . .
Distractions, distractions, distractions… I feel your pain. This is one of the reasons I don’t like to travel. Give me a pen and a paper and a quiet room – and that’s vacation enough for me!
I’m weird. A quiet room isn’t quite enough. I like *my* quiet room, esp when I know I won’t get interrupted!