A few days ago I was whining to my best friend (also a writer) about how I lack discipline and am not writing consistently.
We have this conversation quite often. We both teach high school and have families. We both have a tendency to want to solve everyone else’s problems before our own. We both really want to publish a book some day.
Now, we know that means sitting down to write on a consistent basis. Daily, really. We just don’t always do what we know we need to do. Sound familiar?
It’s summer and if I choose to I can sleep in every day.
I really want to sleep in every day. I love sleeping in. I could sleep through anything.
The problem is than when I sleep in, by the time I get up, I am drawn into the daily grind and too distracted to settle in to write. I go through my day promising myself that I will get to it later.
Later, I am too tired.
The early morning is a writer’s paradise. The world is quiet and no one needs anything or wants to talk to you.
I didn’t exactly wake with the roosters this morning, but I did set an alarm and was ready to leave the house before 9.
My friend and I drove to Bayview Market downtown Olympia and sat outside trying to write to the squawking of seagulls (a nice soundtrack for writing, I think).
I struggled. It had been days since I’d really gotten into a flow. I was beginning to doubt everything. I considered leaving after writing only a page (it had been an hour). Look what you did! I told myself. You wrote a whole page! That’s good for a day, right?
But when I looked over and saw my friend, hands on home row, focused and still writing, I stayed on for more.
In the end, I had finished a chapter I felt good about and written an outline.
*reluctantly sets alarm*
What sacrifices are you willing to make to achieve your writing goals?