I’ve probably blogged about this before, but it’s a problem that simply doesn’t go away. I remember when I started writing. I had two preschoolers at that time and finding time to write was a real challenge. My two still remember me telling them if my door was closed, I didn’t want to be interrupted unless there was blood or a bone was sticking out. (Yes, I was a terrible mother, but they did survive.) I wrote when they were playing and after they went to bed. Once they started school, I had more time to write: while my husband was at work and the kids were at school. I did learn I had to quit an hour before they arrived home, especially if I was working on a scene with a lot of conflict, otherwise, the moment my husband or the children came through the door, I was ready to yell at them. I learned to write while watching my son wrestle or play football, while my daughter played softball or took a riding lesson. Any spare moment, I either jotted down notes or edited pages. When I had a job (to pay for those riding lessons, the horses, and horse shows), I actually produced more stories than ever before, but I always thought…just wait until I’m retired.
Well, I’m now retired. Actually, I’ve been retired for over ten years. I should have lots of time to write. Right?
Part of the problem is my husband’s also retired, meaning he’s always around, so I don’t have those nice productive blocks of time when I’m alone. Another problem is when you’re retired, you figure you have nothing to do, so you join organization…and suddenly you’re on committees.
I guess the point of this blog is there’s never going to be an ideal time to write. Not when your children are young, not when you have to work and raise a family, and not even when you’re retired. You simply have to find the time to write, and if the story is there, begging to be written, you will find the time.
That’s all for this week. I need to sit down and work on a story that’s begging to be written.