Will I
ever finish?
I’ve
been working on the first draft of my current manuscript for about two months
now, and at the start, I wanted to finish the draft by the end of the summer.
Well, the end of summer is approaching, and I’m not even a third of the way
done.
It’s
that I don’t have time to write. Well, maybe I don’t, what with working full
time, blogging about an hour a day practically, reading (my favourite thing to
do) as often as I desire—which is as often as I can—spending time with friends
whenever our schedules match up, exercising, and sleeping with whatever time I
have left. I know that I must MAKE TIME to write, and I’ve tried super hard to
do that, but whenever I sit at my desk with an open hour or two devoted to
writing, I usually end up staring at the blank page for a few minutes in awe
and fear then open the internet browser or a book instead.
It’s a
fear of failure, and I know it. You can’t fail if you never try. I’ve been
spending all my time working and networking and building a life and a future
for myself, and meanwhile my third-of-the-way-written manuscript is sitting
there in its computer file growing awfully lonely. Writing is my passion, but I
have other passions too. It just seems like those less important to me (but
more important to my well-being) tasks are taking up most of my time and
leaving me with clutter in my brain, and therefore an empty page.
Phew,
just wait until my college classes start up again in the fall.
Is anyone
else dealing with a similar problem? How do you make time to write?
Peace,
Aimee
