Time, the all-encompassing, never-ceasing, till-death-do-us-part, master of us all, is a sly sly fellow. I picture him wearing a swirling white ensemble, cape included and trimmed in black, of course, and a pair of highly fashionable boots. He’d be holding a golden pocket-watch that ticked rather too loudly for its size in one hand and a sensible feather pen in the other (with which to ink “no going back” on the nearest passerby).
At first I thought I had plenty of it, seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, so much time I got bored of having so much. But then I got a job, an actual full-time job at a local engineering firm and all of a sudden, Time snatched the hours away like a kid in a candy shop.
Today is Friday and, with a quick look back at my week, I realized I haven’t written a thing. I’ve edited a chapter, yes, I’ve tried to brainstorm for my novella a bit but I actually writing? Not really. Look at this post, it’s only just getting out to the blogosphere and it’s already 10:30pm.
And why is that?
Because, with my new job taking over a large chunk of my day, I cannot manage my time properly yet. Work takes over, exercise gobbles up my time, and hours just slip away.
So what do we do when work takes over, when chores fill up your day, when life seems too busy and writing falls by the wayside?
I make lists. To Do lists, actually. Every evening before bed I write one up, usually it has a “Brush Raven” or a “Exercise” penned on it, other chores I have to get done throughout the day, but lately I’ve been putting “Write Chapter” or “Write RAW submission” directly on the top. It’s so I remember to block out time to get my writing done. It’s not a chore, but it is my responsibility to hone my writing skills.
I find that I have to make time to write or, sadly, I don’t write much. So I put it on top of my To Do list, I underline the words, I consciously block out some time sit down and write.
So what do you do? Comments, ideas, snide remarks? I look forward to them all.