I don’t post here like I used to. Lots of reasons for that, but basically it all boils down to the fact I’m freaking busy.
Work. Family. Friends. Household duties.
And when I do have time — at night, when everyone is finally asleep — I work on my fiction projects. With one project, it’s in my agent’s hands. With the other project, a new novel, I have more to write. But I’m making progress nightly, and gaining speed.
To get here, I’ve sacrificed a lot of couch-vegetation, blogging cycles, Facebook cruising and sleep. I’m not the only one, to say the least. For an authentic look at the realities of trying write novels in the face of 21st Century life, you really should check out the gut-wrenching blog post by the talented and well-reviewed Irish crime author Declan Burke, and the responses from authors facing similar challenges.
My own challenge is to keep the energy. When I’m halfway fresh, I’m dying to get to the writing. Then the remainder of the day takes another chunk of flesh out of me. When the day is nearly over and I actually have my personal time, I need to coach myself to the computer.
Get your lazy ass off the couch, Greg. Turn the fricking TV off, now.
No, don’t look at that book; walk to the computer. Now.
Don’t wander into the kitchen, and don’t you dare check your email.
This is your time.
Tomorrow you’ll regret this lost opportunity.
Sure, you’re exhausted, but who isn’t?
“Mommy mommy, I’m tired. I can’t write. Waa-waa-waa.”
That’s my internal dialogue, at least.
Most days I make it to the computer, and once I’m there, I have a blast, get a little closer to creating something that might turn out kinda cool, something that might have a little something to say about life in a fun way. We’ll see. It’s all a huge gamble, but I guess I have to take it — as if I had any say in the matter.
Tomorrow night, another fight.