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I know everyone has this same problem. Whether it's work, family, health issues, all of life's other things, and probably a combination of all of it, there is never enough time to write. I'm in a bad place with this right now. Frustration doesn't begin to describe it.
What I'm finding is that writing is different than other so-called hobbies. If instead I were hoping to go fishing this weekend, and something else came up, oh well, I can just go fishing next weekend. Writing isn't the same thing. Because this isn't a hobby. It's something very personal. And when day after day after day goes by, and everything in life that is so much more important keeps getting in the way, it makes me very... resentful.
And it's not like you can just grab 15 minutes here and 15 minutes there. I can't write that way, and I imagine most of you can't either. Especially when you're exhausted, and frustrated.
But I can't prioritize writing. This book is never going to pay my bills. It's not going to keep me warm at night. I'm not going to cry at its wedding someday. It's not going to cure any health ailments. So it always comes last. But I'm getting tired of it. Really, really, really tired of it. This is something important to me. But the world really just couldn't care less.
So how you do all deal with this?
What I'm finding is that writing is different than other so-called hobbies. If instead I were hoping to go fishing this weekend, and something else came up, oh well, I can just go fishing next weekend. Writing isn't the same thing. Because this isn't a hobby. It's something very personal. And when day after day after day goes by, and everything in life that is so much more important keeps getting in the way, it makes me very... resentful.
And it's not like you can just grab 15 minutes here and 15 minutes there. I can't write that way, and I imagine most of you can't either. Especially when you're exhausted, and frustrated.
But I can't prioritize writing. This book is never going to pay my bills. It's not going to keep me warm at night. I'm not going to cry at its wedding someday. It's not going to cure any health ailments. So it always comes last. But I'm getting tired of it. Really, really, really tired of it. This is something important to me. But the world really just couldn't care less.
So how you do all deal with this?