Time waits for no man . . . or woman . . . or writer.
I am starting full time work again in two weeks.
While I’m excited about rolling up my sleeves and throwing myself back into the newspaper world, a part of me is worried about my creative writing time.
When will I work on my novel, short stories and the poems I write for myself?
This writing keeps me sane-ish.
I thrive on a deadline and like to set myself a target of 1,000 words a day.
A lot of that is edited out in further readings but the word target keeps me on task.
Right now, I’m working on a back-to-full-time-work plan.
I reckon 500 words a day, done in the morning before I head off to work or alternatively late at night.
As long as it’s do-able.
For six months I had the indulgence of wallowing in my words, going to uni, talking about writing, writing in cafes and in my home office whenever I felt the urge. This will be reduced to weekends and time squeezed in a week day.
Funnily enough, less time isn’t always less time.
I write more when I have less time.
I refuse to give up on the dream of publishing my own book.
And I know that writing my book takes effort, belief and . . . time.
Any tips gratefully received.
Pic taken at 2009 Sculpture by the Sea at Bondi Beach, by Susanna Freymark. Would like to know the name of the artist. Anyone?
