The Preacher Ain’t Been Listening

I always say you make time for what you love. You just do.

Love to eat sweets?

You eat peanut butter bars.

Love to exercise?

You run.

Love macrame?

You make wall hangings.

Ann Dee and I have talked about this so much. And guess what? I’ve found myself saying, lately, that I don’t have time to write. I don’t have time to do my job. To do what I love.

Last night I realized I need to do what I preach. If I want to write novels, dang it, I gotta write them. No matter what.

So starting today I am giving myself at least two hours each day to accomplish what I want–I’m writing again.

It feels good. In fact, I feel empowered. And Ann Dee and I sent off our book this afternoon. Tonight, I’m writing with Cheri. I’m in a critique group so that means I’ll have words to write for a deadline. Nice!

I’ll let you know next Friday how I’ve done.