Apparently I need to blog more. Rumor has it, if you want to make it big in the self-publishing world, it’s an absolute must. But the truth is, I’m not a blogger. Never have been, never will be. It’s not because there isn’t anything for me to write about; my life is one big blog, and I’m pretty sure I can pluck something out of the routine of my everyday life and turn it into some extravagant, over-the-top post of the day. But to me, blogging feels more like a chore or an assignment rather than the feeling of enjoyment that fiction-writing brings me.
Who knows? I might feel differently if I actually had the time to do it, because when you’re a full-time mom AND working a full-time, nine-to-five job, all while pursuing a dream on the side, then time comes at a high cost.
When I first started writing Never Stop Falling, I would only write if, and only if, time permitted. It wasn’t a priority. If I had to decide between an hour of writing and an hour of sleep, then sleep it was! Or if the only free time I had was also the hour that my favorite TV show was on, then writing would have to take a back seat. But as I got deeper into my story, and my characters became part of my life, everything changed. Writing became the priority, but like I said, not without costing me everything else I enjoyed doing.
A writer friend of mine (who will remain nameless because I’m actually cursing her right now for making me write this post!) asked me how I find the time to write at all. Here’s a math lesson to enlighten you for the day:
There are 24 hours in a day.
I try to sleep for at least 6 of those.
8 are spent at my job.
I commute for 1.5-2 hours, cursing at A-hole drivers to and from said job.
If I’m not lazy or too tired, I might throw in 30 minutes to 1 hour of exercise.
3-4 hours are devoted to my daughter and husband and household chores.
I may spend up to 1 hour trying to get my four-year-old to go to bed, if I’m lucky.
So, how many hours do I get to myself at the end of each day to read and write?
A good ol’ 2-3!
Okay, maybe I’m sounding a little sarcastic, considering that is a good chunk of time. But like I said, time comes at a high cost. I’ve given up every TV show I love, except for General Hospital (because there is always time for soap operas). I used to be the biggest neat freak, devoting an entire day to cleaning the house every single week. And not that the house is a complete mess, but when you’re living with a four-year-old who leaves a trail of dried Play-Doh from the living room to the kitchen, well, let’s just say that I have to choose my battles; I had to give up my OCDs. And I haven’t watched any movies the past two years. Fine, that’s a lie. I’ve seen The Longest Ride, The Fault in Our Stars, Love Rosie, The DUFF, and Fifty Shades of Grey (hey, don’t judge). They were all books I read, so I had to!
Even as I write this post, I feel like I’m wasting precious time that I could use to promote my book, or to work on chapter 6 of my second book (yes, I have a second book in the works and I’m so stoked about this story!). It took me two whole years to write and finish Never Stop Falling, and I am so in LOVE with my second story, I can’t even think about waiting another two years to put this one out. But I guess if I learned anything about this process, it’s that patience is key; work hard and you’ll be rewarded.
I know there are so many other writers out there that are in my shoes, so I applaud you all!! Working, raising a family, and pursuing writing as a career is no joke!
Well, there you have it. I blogged. And now, what to do with the 1 hour, 25 minutes, and 30 seconds I have left tonight…