Hello Everybody (all 2-3 of you):
The months of May, June, and the first part of July have been crazy for me though it's not much different from any other month. I volunteered to be on an overnight team while going through the process of re-modeling the store that I work for. I've worked overnights on many occasions for them with no problem. I actually preferred those hours to waking up and working in the middle of the night (when the vampires are out in full force).
Well, that was then and this is...now. When adding my name to the "god-forsaken" work shift I forgot about one little (but growing) detail. I forgot about the "Bub." Oh, don't worry, you don't know him. He is my phenomenal grandson, Gavyn. At three years old he has made it his life's goal to extract all of my time (free or not) and use it for all his mischievous plans. Therefore, as the two months moved along I was granted less-and-less sleep. It would not have been a big deal but I let it affect my writing. The result was that I added little to nothing to my writing for nine weeks.
When reflecting upon that I thought about all the myriad conversations I'd had with other writers in which they said they simply had no time to really get anything done. While enjoying my self inflicted pity party I actually began to understand "the others."
Anyway, last week we went back to middle-of-the-night shift again and now my writing is at least trickling from my veins to the keyboard and paper. I began working on an idea I came up with over seven years ago and never did anything with. A writing group I belong to wanted to experiment with a project that could maybe lend itself to a series and so I introduced my science fiction idea, "Waveriders," to the group. It seems they like it so now we're putting together a series of notes to set up a back story before proceeding. It sounds like fun.
Now, as to why I brought all this up. During all those overnights and lack of sleep I wrote almost nothing but I really did have some time, even if it was just a little. Still, I allowed, pity, being tired, and procrastination get in the way. The result (drum roll please)...nothing getting done.
So, the moral of this little story is, find the time, and keep on writing. It doesn't matter if it's only fifteen minutes a day. Add up all those fifteen minute periods over the course of a month and it amounts to a few thousand words. Now, excuse me while I hop aboard the Dragonstar and speed away to write another adventure.
Have a Great Day and...Keep Writing!!!
The "Creature"
