The other night I had a realization that writing has become a chore for me.
More and more I find myself thinking, I really need to sit down and get in some writing time. And then I don’t. I find reasons not to. I sit in front of my Scrivener files (either the work-in-progress waiting to be finished or the one waiting to be revised) and chew my fingernails. I look at my phone. I set my Freedom app for 30 minutes, essentially kicking me off the internet with no recourse, and instead I find myself goofing around in my journal or cleaning my house while the minutes tick down.
I don’t count it in my “fun time” allocation anymore; it’s work time. And the problem with that? I already have plenty of work to go around! I have more work things that need doing than I know what to do with; I’ve already used up all those work hours for things that make me money. (more…)