It’s day 27 of NaNoWriMo, and I stopped writing somewhere around day 5, with only two days of writing because I skipped days 2-4, and then all the others after it. Why? Well, it’s the new job. More specifically, the new commute.
That 3 hours a day really takes it out of me, and I haven’t figured out how to combat the exhaustion yet. The funny thing is that for the last six years, people have asked me how I find time to write. I’ve been home. It’s been pretty easy to find that time, even when my day is extra crazy. My desk is about 10 feet away from my bed. Plus the door to my office can close, and everyone knows if the door’s closed, not to bother me. They’ve had 10 years to learn this. People found it pretty amazing that I could carve out that time, ignore the distractions like laundry and bubbling pots, and ballet schedules. I can sometimes. Not always. But now, carving out time is even more challenging because there really is so little of it.
This is week three of the new job and I haven’t figured out how to find that time yet. Even blog posts have taken a backseat. It’s going to get interesting because I’ve been asked to do some revisions of my novel, so I’m going to have to figure out the schedule thing. And I’m going to have to figure it out fast.
In the meantime, a writer friend shared a link to famous writers’ schedules. Look at Ben Franklin’s. That’s pretty regimented. Others are enviably loose.