Time as a commodity

I’ve never had a problem with managing my time.  Not really.  Not until I tried to factor writing into my day.  Holy cow, does time fly!  Seriously, I get home, cook, eat, schmooz with the family and before you know it, I’m half asleep only to start my day again in a few hours.  Where does someone with a full time job FIND the time?

I know — I’ve read a shit-ton of articles on the subject — you have to sacrifice, you have to get up earlier, go to bed later, etc . . . not always easy to do.  I do make time on the weekends, when there’s not as much of a demand on my day, but during the week, now THAT is a bugger to figure out.

The funny thing is, my most creative thoughts come when I’m at work and can’t do a darned thing about them.  Usually, I can jot these things down, thinking I’ll get to them after work, but, if you’ve read the fist paragraph, you know where THAT’s heading.

I’ve come to the realization that time, in all its glory, is the real commodity in today’s world.  We’re either trying to make it, spend it, fill it or waste it.  I’d rather just have an hour or two more of it a day so I can do the little clickety-click on the laptop.  That would be nice.

Things are moving along, though.  I did write another 3,000 words over the weekend until the creative batteries needed recharging.  I’m about halfway through the re-write.  When that’s done, I’m going to set it aside and work on a little non-fiction project I cooked up in one of my more creative moments (yes, while at work, why do you ask?).  In the meantime, I’ll try to do better at making time during the week, hopefully filling that time with productive noise making on the laptop.


. . And so it begins . . .

For as long as I could remember, I’ve always been writing, whether it was comic books as a kid (I thought they were awesome), or some sorts of stories ranging from fantasy to science fiction.  I always had an outlet for my creativity.  After high school,  I took a course in writing from the Institute of Children’s Literature, which I loved (I still have all the lessons and papers from that course), but never did anything with it.  Then LIFE happened:  Going to school, getting married, having a family, you know, important stuff!  I found a career of sorts in the embroidery industry and now own part of an embroidery/screen printing company. Whew!


While my career has been an interesting one, I still have that creative bug in me, pushing me to do something more . . . so I decided to write again.  It’s taken me a couple of years and a few different writing programs, but I finally finished the first draft of what I hope to become my first book.  I was so excited, I quick whipped through a second draft.

While on Twitter, I saw a new hashtag trending:  #PIT2PUB and got REALLY excited — so much so that I quick wrote up a little hook for my book and posted it.  You can imagine the thrill I got when I saw I had two likes!  One was from another writer and the other was from a publisher.  Shit was getting real.  I sent in the submission with my fingers crossed and a prayer permanently on my lips.  Two days later  an email appeared from the publisher.  Thanks but no thanks and here’s some feedback.  Yes, I was disappointed, but the feedback was cool.  I appreciate the time they took not only to read one out of a ton of submissions I’m sure they get on a regular basis, but they gave personal feedback on my writing.

This is where I’m at right now.  I’m going to finish this draft and start re-writing again, paying closer attention to the stuff that was pointed out.   I’m going to be a better writer.  I’m going to publish.  And dammit, I’m going to have fun doing it.