Writing is becoming more and more of a priority. I’m getting better at making the choice to write or revise, or even work on publishing stuff. It still takes effort, especially on the days when I feel like I’ve been productive in other ways. But it’s getting easier. And the more time I spend on it, the more my energy and enthusiasm for it strengthens.
Sometimes the only writing I get done is a blog post. But I’ll spend some time thinking about various stories I’m working on. Sometimes I get several hundred words on the page beyond the blog post. It rarely seems like enough.
But I’ve written more in the last several weeks than in the first 6 months of the year combined. And that’s progress. I am getting my butt back in the chair. I am making writing a priority. And I am making time for it.
I only have so much time left to me. Less time than I had when I was thirty, less time than I had when I was fourty. I can’t write just when I “have” time if I want to tell all my stories. I have to make time – carve it out from other things. And I have to stop wasting the time I do have.
That’s not to say I have to be productive all the time. We all need some down time. I do need to pay attention to how much of that down time I’m allowing myself though.
If I’m going to say writing is a priority, I need to back that up by what I do. I’m getting there. Not as quickly as I sometimes think I should. But I’m getting there. How much better can I do as I set actions to intentions?