Some women writers and I have been in a discussion lately about how we take care of the needs of other people above our own, and how it seems like everything comes before our writing. Though I for one profess to be passionate about it, it seems like I have to connive, cajole and manipulate myself to get going, even when the heavens open up and there's no-one clamoring at my breast or knee or on the telephone. Like today. Here are my accomplishments during my supposed "writing time." I:
Increased my FreeCell score.
Wrote 1,000 words alternating between dribbling a few purple words on the page and Solitaire.
Checked email. 26 times.
Checked Zoetrope.
Rewrote an article for the local paper.
Made some phone calls.
If I could stay focused, what could I do?
1 comment:
Well, I think there's at least two things going on. There's prioritizing writing. That's hard to do. And then there's distractions. I know for my own writing, distractions aren't always a bad thing. I often have to have my brain off-topic in order to find the right topic and go back on-topic. So at least don't be so hard on yourself. :)
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