T is for Time
A few days ago, I posted to the Florida Writers Association Facebook page, asking people what they wanted for the holidays. Apparently, writers are smartasses–myself included–because there wasn’t a single thing you could actually buy someone in the ideas I got back. But the one thing people weren’t fooling about–the one thing every writer seems to want more of–is time.
For me, the time drain starts in another few weeks. Spring, that is, anything after the second week of January, becomes very difficult in terms of time. There’s Little League and other school-related activities, and my parents are down from upstate New York. Until school’s over, most of my time is accounted for.
And yet, I fine time to work out. Now that I’m not in my twenties any more, I’m a little more prone to injury. But when I’m not nursing an injury, I work out–six to seven days a week. And not just a small workout, but Insanity or P90X, which typically takes an hour. And on Saturdays, when I can, I run for a long time.
There are a lot of people who can write well. But not everyone who can write well is published, or on the way to being published. Some of us don’t actually pant our keesters in a chair and press out the words. The simple fact of the matter is that if something’s important, you’re going to find the time to do it.
I say this to myself first, because from January through the end of school, this blog is pretty much the only writing I get done. Somehow I find the time to work out. And there’s always time for Netflix and Facebook and watching old baseball games on the Internet.
The reason time is valuable–the reason people want more of it for Christmas–is because it’s finite. We only have as much as we have. So the most important things are things we need to put first. And for us as writers, sometimes that has to be writing.
It’s not more time we need; it’s the discipline to properly prioritize the things we do to work writing into the equation.