I briefly considered participating in NaNoWriMo this year. I think I even filled out a profile. I have a title and the first sentence and last sentence of another novel. But that’s it. I don’t really know the plot. So I was really, really tempted to start writing another novel.
But instead, I’ve given myself an absolute deadline to finish the revisions for my current novel–November 17. It’s the day before my Biggest Girl’s slumber party (she’s turning TEN!), and then a couple of days later, I have family coming in town for the week. So, it’s now or never. The novel needs to be done. End of story. (Ha ha, get it? END OF STORY!)
Someone asked me the other day when I find the time to write. He was amazed that in the past two years, I’d written a hundred-page book proposal, 2 children’s books, and a novel. I found his comment funny– simply because I feel like of all the people I know– I have the “easiest” writing life. I don’t have a job outside the home, I’m not up all night breastfeeding an infant, I have 4.5 kid-free hours a day. How hard can it be? That’s not to say that finding time to write is easy– it’s just that it’s easier for me than most people.
My child-free time is mostly spent running errands, getting groceries, volunteering, and three times a week, yoga. But I do squeeze in some time to write during that time.
But most of my writing is done early in the morning, before the kids go off to school, and at night after they go to bed. I squeeze in an hour before 8 am. Then an hour while everyone is at school, then sometimes an hour in the afternoon/evening, while the kids are busy with homework or playing or killing each other. After the kids are in bed, I’m pretty much writing from 8 to 11 or 11:30. I used to spend more time writing blog posts and reading other blogs. I used to post more and read more on Facebook. But I cut way down on social networking, to squeeze in more novel-writing time.
And that’s how I get in my six hours of writing a day, every day. Even more on weekends.
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I hope everyone had a wonderful Halloween. At the last second, I decided to wrap my head in toilet paper and go as a Mummy. Unfortunately, my entire neighborhood thought I was Taliban. Oh, well. Better luck next year!