It has been forever since I updated my progress. Or at least my status, since "progress" has been severely lacking lately. I have a host of reasons (read: excuses) why, like fall cleaning/ organizing, a sick child, a baby, a new job (very part time in acquisitions for CQ), and an impending release. Or three. But the bottom line is, I just haven't made the time to do it. Everything I read about writing emphasizes one thing over and over: you have to hack the time out of your life and guard it like a rabid beast. We all have busy lives, and I'm no exception. But others with even busier lives than mine still manage to lay words down, and so must I.
I read a quote recently that chilled my blood. "If you don't make time for writing, then you really don't want to be a writer." I've forgotten who said it- a random Famous Person- and it may actually be a paraphrase. Sue me. But the sentiment made me stop short, because hey, I haven't gotten much done the last few days. Or couple of weeks. Does this mean I'm not really a writer?
So I sat down and did some very specific calculations about what it would take to be the kind of writer I want to be. I want to be able to write a book every three months or so. Not that I will choose to do that- some books may take longer, or I will take time out for revisions and launches, etc- but that's the kind of word count I want to be able to make. To do so, I must write roughly 2,000 words every four or five days. And that's good. I can do that. So I will. Starting... today. No more excuses.
The week(s) have not been without progress, however. One of the biggest stumbling blocks has been my horrible sleep schedule- a bit beyond my control, since it's dependent on when my baby sleeps. I have been working hard on it, and after a few sleepless night and zombie-like days, I finally have her sleeping mostly through the night. That was one of my biggest goals- to stay up after taking the kids to school and do something- anything- writing related. For months there, I was up 'til 3am with the child, stumbling back to bed as soon as I got home from the to-school run. We've now all (mostly) settled in to a happy rhythm, and I have even less of an excuse to not get things done.