I'm feeling scattered this week. I've been helping my husband get organized for his first week in college--buying books online, setting out his clothes(yes, I still do that--I would be horrified if I let him wear some of his combinations). Critiquing a few friends work, meeting some new people for dinner, catching up with old friends after the holidays, applying for work, reading all the new blog posts. Staying warm!
Oh yeah. And then there's writing.
I told someone last night I was a writer. But when I think of how much I've actually written lately, I cringe.
Life has gotten in the way. Or I've allowed it to.
An hour here, a day there, and soon a week of good solid writing time is gone.
I'm not getting younger. Although I hate to think of myself as getting older. But I've got this goal in my head for my writing plans and I've been letting it lax.
Writing is part of my life. A huge part.An important part. Time to give it back the attention it needs.
What part of your life is eating up your writing time most? How are you fighting back?