Everyone does it: sometimes in a restroom, in a corner of a park, in your bedroom, hell – some people even do it in a public cafe.
We all steal time to write.
I say steal time because it feels selfish, inward, private.
And it just feels so good. Especially when it feels horrible during the process, it feels so good when you’re done. Writing is very much like spinning class in that way.
The true reason we steal time to write, though, is because we find it so easy not to write.
There’s laundry, the dog, the kids, the love interest, the season finale we could consider research, the day job, sleep, Facebook, Twitter, blogs about writing – no matter how you add, multiply or divide the time, these only equal procrastination.
I recently learned the hardest part about being self-employed: when deadlines aren’t met, you mostly disappoint yourself.
When I don’t write, I only disappoint myself.
Time to stop talking about it and start doing it! See you later………Tweet