Sometimes I think we focus too much on what we have to give up in order to make things happen. If a writer says they don’t have time to write, you might tell them to give up Netflix or having a life. But once I had my routine in place – do this much every night – it became about what I would do each day, not what I wouldn’t.
One of my agent-mates, Rachel Hawkins, has talked before about an overwhelming season in her life when she first had book contracts to fulfill. Book contracts are the dream, People. We writers want an editor to buy one of our stories so badly that sometimes we wish they would just buy us and tell us what to write for goodness sake. But beware, Rachel’s story warns us. There is a
I did it. I did it. I did it. I finished the entire first draft of my first novel idea to ever make it past “I think it should have a girl in it, and she should have a brother.” It has plenty of words so I can chop, chop, chop all the crappy stuff. And it was so fun by the end that I’m quite sure I can do