I have been trying so hard to find the time to write. I know, it isn’t an excuse. If it was something I really wanted to do, I would find the time, right? I am truly trying. These stories in my head won’t get written without me, but currently, I am juggling so much. It’s hard trying to make the one thing I love to do in a world of have to do‘s a priority. Being a wife and mother; working full time; taking my daughter to school, daycare, and dance class; house chores; the demands are endless.
What I have come to find is when I haven’t written in a while, the stories I have outlined either on paper or in my head start pushing to the forefront of my thoughts. They begin to play out in my mind’s eye, developing the characters, building details. I start to see a clear picture in my mind of all I want to put on paper. Then when it is time to sit down and write, all those beautifully built ideas vanish!
I’m starting to carry around a notebook because, at this point, I need to start writing these things down as they occur.
Perfect example: last night, I had this vivid dream of a dramatic story line. I don’t think it is something that anyone would want to read, but the premise of the drama and some of the dialog may feed some other projects. As soon as I awoke, I began to write them in my new notebook, and hopefully, I won’t forget I wrote them down. I guess my next task will be to organize the notes I do take.
It never ends.
I hope that one of these days I get the time I desperately desire to write all that is in my mind. I mean, I have a third novel in the Guardians trilogy I need to get in print! I make no other commitment to this year than to find time to write. Hopefully, with no other expectations for myself, this will be an easy win!