Writing. A Lot.

Life has a funny way of sorting itself out.  It really does.  Call it fate, cosmic coincidence, or divine intervention.  Whatever you call it, it works.

I needed more time to write, and suddenly the sea parted and the time appeared.  (So, too, did several new clients, which is both fantastic and time consuming–but no complaints here!)  With my new time and schedule, I have spent every morning this week working with clients and then writing during a three hours gap.  This schedule will change next week, as I’m sure it will do for the remainder of the semester, but the great thing is that I’ve had a chance to enjoy the time and to see how helpful it is to have it.

There will always be interruptions.  Last night I was being called upon to run a late-night errand, and as I was leaving I was also frantically trying to capture an idea in my notebook.  But in the end both tasks were accomplished.  I ran the errand and I finished the thought. (Of course, I still need to finish said thought in the article I’m currently working on today, but…c’est la vie)

So…I’m writing.  I’m writing.  There is nothing else I’d rather be doing right now. And it feels great.

The Opposite of Writer’s Block

All I want to do right now is write.  Write and write and write.  I have tons of ideas and things to write about, but in the back of my mind I know that I need to focus on other things.

This is the opposite of writer’s block in my book.  I want to write but I can’t because I don’t have time.  Ugh.  It’s infuriating, really.  All the good ideas are passing me by. 

I’ll set aside some time to write later on after the work is done. 

“Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.” –Shakespeare