Writing Wrongs

June 02, 2004

Itís amazing what a little time can do. If youíve spent any time around writers, youíve heard variations on the theme: Writers write.

It doesnít matter if you work 80 hours a week, have five kids, help run a home-based business, and commute two hours a day, if you really want to write, youíll find time.

Admittedly, some people do. Some people donít need that much sleep and write from ten at night until two in the morning.

Then thereís the rest of us.

Iím a morning person. Just ask my husband. My happy morning moods drive him nuts. After six in the evening, my brain turns off, or at least the part of it I use for writing. I was excited when my hours were cut at work, after the initial shock of it and abject panic about surviving financially, that is.

My hours werenít cut that badly. Weíre surviving. And my writing? Most days, I come home from work and Iím able to dedicate two to three hours to it.

And it does make a difference. Time does matter. I always felt like I was scraping by, scraping out five minutes here, waking up early to get a half an hour there, but never making any real progress. Sure, I managed to write three books while doing this, but never felt I was going fast enough. I know, itís not a contest, but when I write or even edit, I have this urge pushing me to reach the end. If I can just reach the end, everything will be all right.

Having a significant amount of time does wonders. For my sanity if nothing else.

Writing Progress: Halfway through the revision of Cold Comfort. I like the modified ďone-passĒ revision process Iím doing. I revise a section of ~50 pages, type in the changes, and then reprint the section. I let it sit overnight and do another edit the next day.

What Iím reading: I canít. Somewhere in our house is a hidden sippy cup full of milk. I donít know where it is, but while I sit and try to read, I hear it curdling. Way too distracting.

Charity Tahmaseb wrote at 10:38 a.m.