My wife doesn’t believe me when she gets home from work and I tell her I got nothing done. That’s because after my ritual declaration, I list what I did do and she is amazed. It’s usually a long list. I also often say “I don’t know where my time went … I lost the day.” I do usually keep busy and complete many tasks, but I often don’t feel satisfied, as though I got nothing done. That’s because more often than not, I don’t get to my writing. I put myself last, and often there is no time left by the time the distractions run out. Sitting down at the computer is its own declaration, that I am important enough to put myself first. Creating is hard anyway, but it doesn’t help having a voice in my head that says there’s other work to be done. When I was a kid, I was always doing for others. My grandmother once said she would buy me a pair of dress shoes, but only after I made her a stepping stool for her bed. I did, got the shoes, and she never used the stool … it was too big, got in the way, or something. I will stop making bed stools and get to writing.
A paucity of time
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Indie author and self taught artist, creating for over fifty years, also a former corporate lawyer and systems manager … and other assorted vocations. Writing is my passion. I just released my first science fiction novel, Escape From Desolation, eBook and paperback. More information at my author page: http://escapefromdesolation.com


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