“I really admire your ability to write so much every day. I know I couldn’t do that/ I don’t have the time/ I wish I could do that…”
How many times have I heard the different variations of that and thought, I’ve not done as much as you think.
And then the guilt sets in. Tonight I shall do more, I vow. I’ll employ my best tactics; reserve treats until I’ve got something down, turn off all distractions (phones, T.V etc). I’ll create a space for myself, time alone.
It works, for a couple of days. But then I’ll say to myself, don’t forget to blog or, don’t forget to work on the piece for the writers’ group. So I’ll concentrate on that before it too fizzles out. Then I’m back to square one, again. What have I done to tackle it? The current answer is to break it up into bite-sized chunks throughout the evening. Is it working? I’ll let you know when I’ve got around to implementing it.