The Post is 1277. The year is… 2013. Concerned about finding time for the words in a busy schedule, I stated:
Writing happens twice in that sandwich of events, but it doesn’t happen well. I’ve taken measures to maximize the time I have–namely making sure I can compact the work stuff into the work day–but I still have one last stage to go. I need to establish a solid writing hour during the time the kids and I are both home. This will ensure a healthy respect for the writing process as well as my personal space and time. It will also give me a time of day to write where I can assure myself the work product will be valuable.
I was struggling with being a parent and a husband. Funny how the things you struggle with are sometimes the things you miss after they are gone. I miss having the boys around. I don’t miss being married to that person at all. I miss the comfort of wearing a wedding ring, though that ought to change soon enough. I still haven’t found the writing hour in these past eleven years. I have found time to sell two novels and two novellas along with twenty or more other books of smaller length in that time. What I’m saying is I figure it out when I need to. What I am also saying is I should have written 10 novels and at least 10 novellas in that time frame but I didn’t because I didn’t need to figure it out. I don’t have to rely on writing as a primary source of income so I don’t give it all the time it deserves. I never have. I should and I could. I could do a lot more with my time than I do and it takes the memory of raising three boys at times alone to realize that I used to be a lot better at this.
Time to get my hours right. I’ve been slacking so long that I actually forget what it feels like to not to.