In August, I had a lot of plans when it came to my writing. I thought that with both boys at school all day, I would be able to put in serious keyboard time.
Boy, was I wrong.
Despite my best efforts to keep writing time sacrosanct, there ended up being too much to do and no time in which to do it. In three months, my personal best was writing for three afternoons out of the five.
I can pretend that this is a changeable situation or recognize it for what it is and find a new path.
I'm done with pretending.
So I'm going to try something new: writing in the evening. I'm a little worried about this because it took me several years to be able to go to sleep at a reasonable hour (I'm a natural night owl who gets sleepy around 3am if given the option). I don't do well on short sleep.
I'm hoping I can slide writing into my routine instead of reading at night. Even a half hour is more time than I've been getting now. If I can get time in the afternoons as well, that's just gravy.
I'm more determined than ever to get these darned stories out of my head and onto a screen or paper for people to read ... and preferably pay me for. It's going to happen, darnit.