So, how did National Novel Writing Month go for me?
Not a single word written onto paper. Not a single pixilated letter typed across the screen.
Why? No time, which is no excuse in the traditional sense, but it is a reason for the lack of production on my part.
As an online editor, I work various hours. So, when I’m not working at my desk, I’m at home sleeping, and when I’m not sleeping, I’m running errands.
Down time consists of “hitting the system”, my lingo for playing video games.
So this presents a bit of a conundrum to me. How do I set aside time to write when it doesn’t feel like a chore?
Come again? Chore?
When I was a kid, my dad — a carpenter by trade — never wanted to work on projects when he came from work. Now as an adult I completely understand his logic.
It’s not that you don’t like what you do, but a change of pace from a steady-days work is welcomed. That’s probably why I complain when my wife puts something in front of me to edit.
Regardless, my one dream is to get the trilogy I have in mind put to paper. Aside from that, little projects here and there pop up with little completion — Incarceration, my offering to Nanowrimo being one of those that died before creation.
Any thoughts out there? Words of wisdom on how I can conjure up that novel without it seeming to be an onerous task?