Someone asked me this week how I manage to find time for writing. It’s a good question.
Like many people, I have a lot going on, and my days are quite full. The person didn’t really want an answer I don’t think, but I immediately thought of this quote from Nora Roberts, though at the time I couldn’t remember how it went exactly or who said it.
Because of the challenge I set myself to write daily, I have made a conscious effort to make the time to write, even if it is just ten minutes before I go to sleep. I would wholeheartedly agree that has not been through time I found, but was always time I made to focus on writing and nothing else.
Well, at least I endeavor to focus on nothing else. 😉
I’ll confess this week has not been the best for my writing. While I have gotten writing done, I haven’t had very good direction to what I am writing. It got me to thinking that it isn’t just the amount of time I make to write but the quality of the time I spend writing.
I am working out a plan for how to maximize my time by prepping ahead of time for whatever I plan to write that night.
I have some open time at my son’s football practice where it isn’t practical to write, but I could use that time to develop characters a bit more or begin brainstorming new scenes.
I have a lot of time spent in the car going to and from work. I could use that time better to think about what I am going to write instead of zoning out, which does seem to happen sometime. 🙂
I have found myself thinking a lot about time lately. I’ve not just thought about how I spend my time but about the theme of time I’ve been attracted to in books and poems I have read. I find the poems that touch on time have really resonated with me. It’s not surprising, since my time is at such a premium it seems lately, but also because I am just at an age where I am beginning to grasp that I don’t have an unlimited amount of time ahead of me. How I spend my time, therefore, has added weight.
So every ten minutes I make to write is ten minutes I am investing in creating something which is important to me. It is ten minutes I might otherwise have let go towards worry or to something else intangible.
W.H. Auden’s poem As I Walked Out One Evening, (read by Tom Hiddleston on the really lovely iF Poems app) is a favorite of mine. Auden beautifully tackles the theme of Time. I have several lines I especially love, one being:
In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.
I love this because of the reminder that I can let my time drift away with no purpose but to be wasted on little stresses that will pass, or, instead, I can make time for the things that are important to me, like getting words on a page. Even if those words aren’t Auden or Shakespeare or anything close , it is still important to me.
So I will make time.
Hopefully you are making time for the little things that are important to you, as well as those big ones that fill so much of our time, like family and friends.
Thank you for taking the time to read my blog. 🙂
I hope everyone has a great week!