Build Me A Time Machine
I don’t want something that’ll take me back in time or let me see the future. I want a machine that spits out more time. Twenty-eight hours per day would do nicely.
If I had these extra four hours, I could set them aside for writing. I’ve tackled the problem of staying motivated, but now face the problem of not having enough time in a twenty-four hour day.
I could try to find a secret serum that limits the amount of sleep the human body needs, but I have no secret government contacts. I could train my body to need less sleep, but I’d probably end up with Skeletor-face.
Lack of Time, is the most common argument, a would-be-writer makes, for not engaging in the craft. For the longest time, this was my argument and it still is, from time to time. I have a full-time job, a wife, and three kids. These three things demand the bulk of my time, as they should. The most important time is spent with family and that time is nonnegotiable. So, when do I write? I write in the in-between. This is time between committed time. It’s when I have lunch, when the kids go to bed and the wife passes out during a Netflix binge, when I’m waiting for the car to warm up, when I’m sitting on the can, and when I’ve engaged the family in creative time.
I’ve written a four hundred page book in a little over three months, with such an odd time strategy. The point I make, is that while I’d love to commit more time to writing, I’ve made due with the time I have. Don’t let time be your excuse. If you have a story in you, let it out.