I've made some hard choices, and I imagine that's true for anyone who's serious about anything.
I quit my full-time job to freelance. I make barely enough money to pay the bills, but it does give me 2-3 hours per day to write. My car is old but paid off. My shingles need replacing, and I've got a leaking pipe, but those things don't matter today. Today, all that matters is cranking out 1000-2000 words. My jeans have holes in the knees, but I'm getting my words out. I'll buy new jeans when I sell something. I'll prioritize the repairs and get to them slowly.
I don't have much of a social life, per se. Here and there I do things, but they're the exception rather than the rule. Most nights, I'm doing my freelance work until about 8 or 9. That give me an hour or two to do my reading. I found that not sleeping made the morning writing suffer, so I've had to make choices that allow me time to get adequate sleep. The writing is the most important thing, period. I'll socialize later, when my career is moving along.
I gave up my one big hobby (martial arts), because I needed the time to write and read and sleep and work.
All in all, I think that's about it. Every minute is full of choices. I'd like to have a neater house, but I can't spare the time. (Does anyone want to come over and sweep up my dog hair?)
