Every semester at the beginning of my creative writing classes, or every June for Writing and Illustrating for Young Readers, I meet people who don’t have time to write.
I get it.
There are lots of things I don’t have time for–cleaning out the fridge, going grocery shopping, arguing with people I don’t like.
But the stuff I really care about–my religion, my kids, my friends and my writing? I make time for that.
For some reason we writers feel like our writing just isn’t as important as someone else’s full time job. Perhaps this is, in part, the way our society views what we do.
“Oh, you’re a writer? That means you’re home all day? Can you help me with ABC.” And they AREN’T asking about the alphabet.
(Stay at home Moms–you’ve probably been asked to do tons for others because you are at home and that means, you know, that you have more time because you aren’t as busy.)
“Will you read my novel?”
“Will you edit my novel?”
“Will you watch my kids as I go tan?”
Over the years I’ve met lots of people who want to publish.
Some never will because they are waiting for Time to fall in their laps instead of taking Time.
Some always allow what they consider more important to get in way of their writing.
Some are afraid.
If you have learned anything from this blog where we all complain, it’s that writing is HARD.
But, it’s also worth it.
At the end of each semester I say to my students, “You have permission to give yourself the gift of writing. An hour each day. Thirty minutes. Whatever you chose. Writing to you is as important as the car mechanic going to the shop to work or the doctor to the her office. Allow yourself to think your writing time is sacred. Is your own. Is a gift to you, from you.”
So what will YOU do to make time to reach your writing goals?
2 responses to “A Gift to You”
You are right! This is so hard for me. I read this on the perfect day – I actually started writing again today after quite a long break. So thank you for the reminder to make important things a priority. Now how to tell the people around me I can’t babysit during my work time… That’s the hardest for me because I feel bad not helping when someone needs it.
This is me. *sigh* I know I could make time to write, but there’s just this overwhelming fear about it. I’ve just gotten myself so worked up the last couple of years I’m having trouble recovering.