Well, that’s not entirely true. I write. I write Facebook updates, and Twitter tweets, and LinkedIn statuses, and grocery lists, and blog posts. But I don’t write-write every day, as in manuscript write, as in #amwriting. I wish I could, but I can’t. Here’s what happens: I wake up anywhere between 6am and 7am. I shower, get dressed, pick up whatever the cats destroyed in the night (ask me if I’ll ever own cats again. Go ahead. ASK ME). Then 8am hits.
The children waken at 8am.
From the hours of 8am to 8pm, I am theirs. I am (an extremely happy, proud, and overall kid-obsessed) stay-at-home mom to two kids under two-and-a-half and, for 12 hours each day, I am theirs. And I couldn’t be happier.
But you can’t write with a 4-month-old hanging off your hair, and you can’t write with a 2-year-old leaping onto your back. They don’t even nap at the same times (I SWEAR TO GOD THEY PLAN IT).
At 9pm, after the kiddos are bathed, fed, and are finally snoozing peacefully in their beds, I turn into work-at-home mom. Badass Marketing, Momma Dearest, Indie Author Book Reviews–and, of course, this little plot of online land right here. I blog, I post, I schedule, I email. I clickety-clack away until midnight or 1am. And then I go to bed.
Then I wake up anywhere between 6am and 7am. Wash, rinse, repeat.
Needless to say, there is no time there for working on manuscripts.
I weep. I was going crazy. My goal is to write and publish books. I love my marketing work, I love my blogging, but I WANT TO WRITE MOTHERFUCKING BOOKS. I had a minor meltdown on my husband a few weeks back. “I WANT TO WRITE MY BOO-HOO-HOO-HOOOOOKS!”
And then I realized–just because I don’t write every day doesn’t mean I can’t still write. (I know. I don’t know why it took me so long to realize it. It must be that writerly “you must write everrrrrrrrrrrry daaaaaaaaaaaaaay” peer pressure.) I can write on the weekends. On the weekends, I have more of that precious elixir, that precious commodity–time. I have time! I HAVE TIIIIIIIIIIIME. ON THE WEEKENNNNNNNNNNNNDS.
So, I am turning myself into a #WeekendWordWarrior. My goal each weekend will be at least 5,000 words (it’s actually 10,000 words, but I’m afraid if I look at that amount for too long I’ll go blind or crazy).
Will it still take me a while to complete a 80,000- to 100,000-word manuscript? Yep.
Is that not really the point? Yep.
The point is that I will write. And that I will, eventually, complete the manuscript. Manuscriptssssssss. And, who knows, maybe I’ll write a shit-ton buttload of words over my goals, and finish things even faster, because I’m not writing them at the ass-crack of dawn or at the butthole of the day, when I’m exhausted and/or still asleep.
I know I can’t possibly be the only #WeekendWordWarrior out there. There’s gotta be tons of us. Let’s unite! I’ll be on Twitter every weekend, posting my #WeekendWordWarrior stats. Join me, won’t you? Hashtag this biznatch.
And the real point is not that I’ll be writing (although that is the real point in a lot of ways), but that I found a way to make my passions happen. It’s all about finding a way to make passions happen. Yes, they may not happen every day–they may not even happen every week–but just find a way to make it happen. Be a warrior of whatever you’re passionate about. Find a way. I found mine.