Hi friends! It’s a beautiful day in Brooklyn, which is great, except that it’s like the weather is taunting me to stop writing and go outside. But I’m not going to. There are less than 2 weeks left until I turn my thesis (which is also a novel or at least part of one) and it has been go time all week. It will continue to be go time for the next thirteen days. It’s not all writing all the time. But it is all about writing all the time. Not just because if I don’t make this last deadline I have to give money to this bozo.
Which sometimes mean butt in seat and hands on keyboard time. Sometimes it means rereading scenes of books I love and trying to dissect them, hoping to learn from their magic. And it sometimes mean taking a break and a bath or watching bad TV.
Lately it has also mean eating a lot of PB&J, cans of soup, and frozen pizza. It’s not something I’m super proud of. But for the first time in the last few months I think I’ve gotten more comfortable with the idea of making smart sacrifices for my writing. Time cooking could be time writing. Time writing is what’s important right now.
In the past, I’ve been way more committed to “doing it all”. I don’t want to tell friends that I can’t meet up. I set other crazy goals for myself at the same time. Like I’m going to learn to play the guitar and write a novel this month. I end up sacrifice writing time or (more likely) sleep time – which means the writing time doesn’t go as well.
I love to cook. I don’t like eating this much processed food. But there is something really freeing about saying to myself that I’m going to let my room be messy for the next few weeks and not put pressure on myself to be super social and keep eating peanut butter sandwiches.
It’s not forever. But it’s for now. Because right now is writing time.
So I better get back to it!