Good Intentions; Bad Planning

Back at the end of May I had quit my day job of janitorial cleaning to focus all of my attention on my writing; actual writing, revising, fretting, more writing, reading, and getting things ready to be sent off.

Well, I started off with good intentions, as we all do at the start of something new.  The prospect of finally being allowed to put all my energy into my writing was exhilarating.  Finally, time to just write.  No worrying about my job.  No more trying to remember codes.  No more driving in the dark.  Just the sheer bliss of doing something I’ve longed to do since I was a child.

But things don’t always turn out the way you want them to, do they?  I was very focused in the beginning; diligently writing for 3 to 4 hours a day, taking time to revise pieces I had already finished, reading articles on the writing craft, and how to publish; etc.(sigh).  I had even joined a writers’ group.  But as time went on, something began to take my focus off of my writing.  It was a television show here, just one or two chapters more in the book I was currently engrossed in, and, the biggest time suck, Social Media.

Ah yes, I allowed myself to get sucked in, again.  Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and Baird & Warner Real Estate.  Yes, I have this problem, this addiction, to view homes for sale.  Why, you may ask?  Since I was small I’ve always been fascinated by how the insides of other people’s houses looked.  Yes, weird.  No, I won’t stop.  I’ll even go as far as to admit that when I’m a passenger in someone else’s car, I still like to peek inside homes as we drive by just to see how they look on the inside.  No, I haven’t seen anything weird.

Now I have to confess my biggest weakness.  I am a horrible planner.  Not only do I have poor organizational skills, I can’t plan to save my life.  All good intentions to be at my desk writing away, but getting easily, so easily, distracted by the little nuances of life.  I wanted to remain vigil at my laptop until the end of the year and return to work then.  But alas I haven’t kept up my end of the bargain.  And I have been kicking myself.  I wanted to blame others for this.  But who else can I blame but myself?

So I vow to forge ahead, with whatever time I can carve out of a ‘busy’ schedule to write.  No excuses because I have none.  I need to plan, yes plan, when and where to send off my short stories.  And I don’t even have to make a trip to the post office either.  Most literary magazines allow you to send through their submissions manager, or email, and snail mail as last resort.  As I hang my head in shame for not having done what I had so eagerly hoped to do, I asked forgiveness from my husband, my family, and those who have supported my efforts, fragile as they are, so that I can regain my vision and continue on.

Life is short and I need to realize this dream before it slips through these fingers of mine.  I need to have this dream realized!  I don’t want to be on my deathbed, regretting I didn’t accomplish all that I believe God created me to do.  No one wants regrets.  So here I go…again.  Until next time.

 

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One thing which is nice about walking, for me anyway, is that it gives me time to think and to focus on my creative writing side. I haven’t done a lot of running lately because I have been working more hours. So going for a quick-paced walk is a great way to clear the cobweb from the brain, so to speak. Words and phrases and ideas pop up continually in my brain and I’m often without pen and paper. So the thing to do would be, of course, to bring along said pen and paper. I try to remember the thoughts and story lines that materialize in my brain and sometimes they stick, other times, like a vapor, they disappear quicker than I can lock them down in my memory bank.

But other than the weather being much cooler than normal for mid-August, all is going relatively well. I’ve worked on my writing for the past three days in a row, which is good. Unfortunately I haven’t spent more than an hour at a time each day, and it get me wondering, how do professional writers spend so much time on their writing when there is so many other things crying out to you to accomplish in a day? I have housework, usually 2 hours of working out each day, getting in an hour or so of reading time, work itself, doing computer stuff(social media, etc.), and shopping, etc. How does one fit it all in one day?

I’d like to spend more time at writing, hoping to supplement my family’s income. Perhaps at least 2 to 3 hours a day would be nice. I’ve begun another terrific novel by Karen Robards. Bait, is it’s title, and so far it is very good. There are so many authors out there to explore and I have so many books on my shelf that are begging to be read! How does one find the time?

Life is good, though, so I’m not complaining, just wondering how to be better at organizing my time. How do you do it? How do you fit everything that needs to be done into a single day? I’ve tried getting up earlier or staying up later, but I still feel that I can’t seem to get to it all. Well, at least my desk is messy, and according to research, that makes me a creative person. So I got that going for me, which is nice. Until next time, my friends. Stay safe.

Another day is slowly melting away into early evening. I got up an extra forty minutes this morning to make more time for doing the things I would like to accomplish in a day. Time. Something we all wish we had more of. Time to work out. Time to spend with loved ones. Time to spend with God. Time to just be by ourselves. We are all so short on time. But we need our sleep. It is so good for us to make sure we have an adequate amount of rest. Yet I yearn to have more of it. Time to work out. To read. To write. To garden. To bake. To clean. To write a letter or to call a good friend with whom I haven’t spoken with in quite a while.

I guess it is true that we make time for what we really want to do. I complain to my husband that I can’t seem to find enough time to get everything done. He tells me to organize my time better. And this is true. If I would sit down and think about it seriously, I would realize that I have spent too much time wasting away at social media sites. Not that we shouldn’t make some time for that too, but I think that we have a tendency to overdo it in that area. It’s so much fun, though! I love connecting with people; old friend and making new ones. As I approach my fiftieth birthday this Fall, I realize that I need to get in as much doing as I possibly can. More than half my life is basically over. Wow. Talk about something that can depress you! But enjoying one’s life and the time remaining is very important. We shouldn’t be squandering our time. We should be making the most of it.

Yesterday was my older son’s birthday. He is now twenty. No longer in the throes of teenage angst. But now an official adult. I made time yesterday to bake a homemade cherry pie, removing the pits and all. An interesting time. But I love my sons, and my husband, and would do anything for them. I made the time.

Each day, a gift. Each thoughtful word or compliment is like money in your soul’s account. Give and spend wisely.