Someone asked me today if I enjoyed the long weekend. What? There
was a holiday?
I’m a stay-at-home daughter so doctor visits are the main
event around my house. Days are broken into three important time periods:
medication, lunch and sun downing.
In the morning the day stretches out endlessly before me. I
don’t have anything scheduled. I’ll get a lot of writing today as soon as I do
the grocery shopping or wash the dishes or mow the lawn.
And, because I’m old, that activity wears me out. I rest for
a minute or an hour. I don’t have anything scheduled this afternoon. I’ll get a
lot of writing done. Then I chase a wayward dust bunny or a wayward mother.
Before I know it night has fallen, but the next day is a
clean slate. I don’t have anything scheduled tomorrow. I’ll get a lot of
writing done.
The problem is I don’t have anything scheduled, including
writing time. How can someone with a full time job write an entire book when I
can’t get chapter one edited? They don’t have more hours in their day. They’ve
learned to manage their time. They have a schedule.
So today, I’m going to get a lot of writing done. I have it
scheduled.
