It’s going to sound stupid (maybe) but I find that the longer I go without writing steadily – as in, regularly, everyday – the harder I find it to start up. I’d even go as far as to say that when there are large gaps between writing sessions, I become gun shy of even opening up Scrivener and trying.
Right now, I’m up early and on the road when the sun is still shaking off the night. At work, there just hasn’t been opportunities (even when I try to make opportunities happen) to write. The homeward commute has been rough. Then I have to cook, edit posts for SF Signal, pay attention to a cat who is freaking out after getting used to my being home so much. When I get everything done, I have to go to bed so I can start it all over again. Where’s the writing?
I have been a strong advocate for making the time. People have asked me about my productivity and where I find the time to write, and my answer is always the same: I make the time. Now I find it difficult to follow my own advice.
A few folks have said that it will just take time to get used to the new job, and being out in the workforce again. I hope they are correct. This weekend saw little productivity with my having to do writer’s group critiques, then attend the meeting, then catch up on loads of blog post editing for SF Signal, and podcasts, and snow shoveling. Blargh.
Meanwhile, the agent would like to see a completed draft of latest novel. That isn’t finished yet.
BLARGH I SAY!