Typically I’m thoroughly impatient with my writing students and clients who say they have no time to write. Their most common excuse for not writing is lack of time, but I’m unsympathetic.
At least, until recently.
For the past two weeks, my time—and my mind—have been so busy and fractured that I haven’t been able to write. My husband’s job as a landscaper is about to resume, now that every scrap of lawn in New England isn’t covered in snow as they have been for weeks. (Just after I wrote this, I looked outside and saw light snow falling.) He’s getting the trucks inspected, and a cracked windshield replaced. I had to take him to and from garages for those purposes. I didn’t protest. He’s known for chauffeuring me all over the place, since I’d rather be driven than drive. We were also buying a used car.
All the back and forth, picking up my husband from repair shops and driving 20+ miles each way on two different occasions to buy the car and the time spent checking it over seriously dug into my writing schedule.
Then there were the household and my business taxes to prepare for our accountant.
One of my husband’s sisters came to town and of course we wanted to spend a little time with her.
But at one point, I said: “I need 3 hours of peace. Three hours with no interruptions. Three hours to write.”
Then I remembered my own rules for getting that time:
- I limited my time surfing the web and participating on social media sites. That alone freed up a couple of hours.
- I didn’t do any housework, and wrote instead.
- I only cooked once (my husband usually does the cooking, anyway) and that was when I made a sugar cream pie to share with his family and our ailing downstairs neighbor.
Oh, and you might need to make some drastic changes (with photos), as I did a few years back.
Writer’s block is a different matter. Let me know if you’d like some tips to break through that frustrating condition.