Usually, I write between 9 am, when my kids go to school, and noon, when my brain expires. But I have trouble saying no, and so other things creep into my schedule. When that happens, I shift my writing time to the afternoons.
Have you ever noticed that in the afternoons, things like grocery shopping, Twitter, and examining one’s pores seem somehow urgent? Much more urgent than, say, creating a plot?
I’ve resolved to do a better job of protecting my mornings. I will focus. Commit. Produce reams of fabulous writing.
Except that this week, I have a volunteer commitment on Tuesday morning and a possible tennis match on Thursday morning.
But I’m totally going to focus, starting next week.
Or the week after.