I’m a bad writer, I know. Not because I’m incapable of writing well, but because I’m often incapable of keeping the “real world” from interfering with my writing. I came home from DragonCon enthused after spending most of a week with my friends, energized to get some new words down on paper, and really psyched to finish some projects by the end of the year.
Then life happened.
I got back to work and started taking care of the things that had piled up while I took Thursday and Friday off to attend the con. I started prepping for auditions for the show I’m directing this fall. I started sending out invites for The Big Bad 2, and looking over some of the early submissions. And I did get a little writing done. About 5,000 words since I’ve been home.
That sucks. It’s not enough writing. It’s not enough time spent at the keyboard.
Then I hurt my foot, and the last thing I want to do when I get home is sit at a desk longer. The injured foot story is over at my website, which I’m trying to post at once a week as well as here, but the short version is I forced my foot into an odd position while driving for six hours, and got tendinitis of the Achilles as a result. It’s a lot better today. Ice and ibuprofen is a wonderful combination.
But that’s the life, I suppose. We can find any excuse to keep from writing, no matter how many deadlines we’ve got staring us in the face. And I have no sympathy for any of us, myself included. I have a laptop, if I really wanted to write, I’da been sitting in the recliner with ice on my foot hammering away. But I didn’t, so I’ll play catch-up this weekend. And I guess that’s the point of this post – at the end of the day, we must write. We have to put words down on paper. If you’re incredibly disciplined (as I have been at some points in my career) and hammer out 2,000 words every single day, that’s awesome. If you write in fits and starts and lurch your way to the end of the story, that’s awesome too. But you must write.
I must write.
Not just because I have bills to pay, which I do.
Not just because I have fans who want the next book, which I’m incredibly grateful that I do.
Not just because it’s the only way to get the voices in my head to give me a moment’s peace, which it is.
But because I’m a writer. This is the gig. I must write. Sometimes it’s between phone calls at work when I can make a (late) blog post happen. Sometimes it’s late at night after the wife has gone to bed. Sometimes it’s all weekend when I’d rather be watching football. But I must write.
Now – what’s your biggest distraction? Is it Lost Girl on Netflix? Is it worrying about work? What keeps you from writing and what are you going to about it? I’ve used my bad foot as an excuse and am going to write all weekend to make up for it. How are you making up for lost time?