After taking a writer’s workshop earlier this summer I committed to writing every day, even if I could only carve out 15 minutes at a time. I read Anne Lamott’s bird by bird and am reading Stephen King’s On Writing; they both write daily and suggest anyone wishing to improve their skills do the same. I’ve read several blog posts about writing, lately, too. The message is clear – Just Do It.
Slowly, as summer fully kicked in, I got busy. Besides the forty hours a week at work, making sure I had clean clothes and underwear, vacuuming and dusting, cleaning the bathrooms (in other words, getting the stuff done that we all have to do) I played a lot. I spent a weekend in NYC with 3 of my friends. Another weekend was dedicated to home improvements. A Sunday matinée at the Westport Playhouse with Bill, a day at the spa with my sister, family parties, our usual hikes, morning runs, a bike ride rounded out the month of August.
My daily writing practice suffered. Good intentions and all that.
As I flipped the calendar’s page from August to September, I recommitted. Every day this week I’ve pulled my laptop out at lunch and tapped away on the keyboard. I usually run errands, go to the gym or have lunch with co-workers, but this week I’ve brought lunch from home and have stayed put. I toggle between five open documents on Word, depending on the essay or short story I feel inclined to work on. I’m trying to write, not edit, during that hour every day. I’m writing my first bad drafts.
I even submitted an essay I wrote about my ex-husband’s death and how mourning him and our marriage felt strange, something I shouldn’t be allowed to do. A contact through Word Press encouraged me; I’m hoping I’ll hear either way. As soon as I hit send, like any good neurotic, I thought “Why? Everything I write is crap.” Maybe. Maybe not.
In the meantime, I’ll keep carving out time to write every day, all of the good, the bad and the ugly.
We all have the same 24 hours everyday. How do you budget your time?