Took a few minutes to bask in the light of completing NaNoWriMo. I thanked the supporters and the naysayers alike; I gave myself a hearty pat on the back. Now I’m taking a minute to catch up with life before I decide where I’m heading creatively in 2011.
This year, I spent a lot of time working on everything but writing. I repaired and rebuilt more computers than I cared to count. With the help of some really talented people, the online magazines are up and running well. Kids are all happy enjoying their life and the spouse is inching ever closer to her degree in architecture. I’ve even made time to play mentor and student–trading places when needed mind you–though I admittedly played student more than mentor. And while I enjoyed doing it all, I see that I need to spend more time writing.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved NaNo. I wrote more words last month than I had in years. But let’s be real, thirty days does not a writer make. If I want live this crazy dream of being a writer, then I better do it more than a month out of the year. Let me rephrase that. I need to write more consistently if I am going to be the writer I dream of becoming. Writing a little here and maybe a little there isn’t going to cut it. I’m either going to do it or I’m not.
That’s why I need to sit down and really map out a schedule for myself. I am not going to find time to write. I am making more time to write. Maybe if I come up with a regular writing routine, I can be more productive with my writing, and then I can have more material in circulation. It may not improve my chances at placing a book somewhere, but it couldn’t hurt either.
And if it did hurt, it would be a lot less that waking up one day and realizing that I never did write that book I said I would write…someday.
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