Writing a book is hard work. Especially when you have a full-time job. Especially when that full-time job is second shift.
I’m trying to work my way through Chapter Four little by little. The few people who have read the first three chapters want to see more, and my lack of progress over the past year or so has probably got some of them wondering if I’ll ever finish this thing.
Someone recently gave me this advice: a page a day is a book a year. This is true, but I’d rather write a book in two or three years naturally than force myself to write one in a year. Although a page a day sounds like a reasonable and attainable goal, writing isn’t as simple as sitting down and typing it out. Any decent writer knows that forced writing is crap writing.
I’ve been more inspired lately to get back to writing this novel, but the biggest obstacle now is time. Eight hours sleeping, eight hours at work and four hours in between each. Between running errands, showering, cooking, eating and entertainment, there isn’t much time to get anything done at all. I have a week of vacation coming up the first week of September and I’m holding out hope for some real progress.
I’ll keep you posted.