So as most of you will know in February I quit my day job in order to write. I freelance, I help people with ebooks, I make comics and I write fiction. All of these things add up to my day job. It’s almost as awesome I thought it would be, but for one massive misconception I had about having lots of time to write.
I honestly thought that when I had all the time and mental space to write there would be good, nay, perfect, times to write.
These things do not exist. You are more likely to find a unicorn raiding your fridge than find the perfect time to write. There are two reasons:
1. No matter how much time you have, the human capacity for filling up that time with stupid crap that seems important is LIMITLESS.
2. Writing is both fun and awesome. It’s also hard, which means your brain will do whatever it takes to stop you from doing it. It will want to be lazy instead.
I wish I’d known this, I think I’d have gotten a lot more done.
Instead the conclusion I have come to is that the most important skill any writer can learn is to force themselves to write. Even if they don’t want to, even if there are other things they need to be doing. Even if their kids/spouse/eldritch god from beyond spacetime is demanding they do something else.
It’s one I have to relearn every day. I’ve written about a third of what I’m capable of since February. A third. That’s horrifying. And I think a part of that is trying to wait until I had taken care of everything else I had to do before I wrote.
I think that if I’m going to make this writing thing work I need to do it the other way around. Barring life or death stuff I’m going to need to write first and take care of everything else once that’s done. This may mean I spend more time smelling bad and not wearing trousers but in the end that’s a price I’m willing to pay.