This month we’re blogging about our biggest writing
challenge. For me, this is a
no-brainer. Times two.
Time management and self-confidence. I fail miserably at both. In my naive little existence, I truly believed that once my kids had flown
the coop, life would get easier and less busy.
No longer would I be obligated to drive my little darlings to their
meetings, practices or get bleacher butt while sitting through another athletic
event. Boy was I wrong.
The days of blaming my posterior on anything athletic are in
my rearview mirror.
So what’s the deal?
Why don’t I have any more free time? And why don't I utilize the time I do have? Let's see a show of hands if you know. I'm sure my family and friends are all waving madly at their monitors right now.
Quite simply, I like to do things. And go places. You know, stay busy until my head hits the pillow. Throw completing this latest manuscript in that mix, and it's a wonder I get any sleep at all. A quick check in the mirror daily warrants a string of promises that I'll try to get more sleep. Actually slow down and relax.
A few years ago, I asked my husband for two more hours a
day. I'm not sure he even tried to get it for me. Clearly, he wasn't looking out for my best interests.
Or maybe he was.
My second biggest challenge is self-confidence. I'm lucky enough to be surrounded by so many talented writers that I pretend to know what the heck I'm doing, but deep down, I'm clueless. These writers are prolific in ways I can only dream about. I know they must have clones cleaning their houses, doing their yard work, laundry and baking brownies for their grandkids. How else can you explain their mounting word counts? They have talent, tenacity and lack of bleacher butt.
Would it kill them to share? All but the bleacher butt part.
Hugs,
Reese
Would it kill them to share? All but the bleacher butt part.
Hugs,
Reese
3 comments:
I get lots of writing done because my dog wakes me up at 4 am to go outside. Then once she is done, Aussie plops down by the computer and gives me a cute puppy dog look. "You're welcome. Now get to work."
I don't have a clone, but my husband helps around the house.
Gotta love the eager dog! I thought getting up at 5:30 was early. I'm not sure I could get up at 4:00 every morning. You are a dedicated woman!
Reese, guess I'm part of your club! I had the same beliefs about time when my kids were little--a sort of "my day will come" Well, it comes and it goes and I don't get near the writing done that I should! Hang in there, I'm counting on reading YOUR books.
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